Powder

A Poem by Wraith.

Floating heads
Shaking hands
Climbing fire
Slow me down
Eroding flesh
Inhaling death
How much do I have left

© 2015 Wraith.

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Added on February 3, 2015
Last Updated on February 3, 2015

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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