BargainingA Poem by ashleydawn
I beg with it
really This "talent" If it so may be called Pleading for it not to come when it does When I've drifted past life and sunken into a less than conscious state It yanks me back quickly I plead for it to come at a more pleasing time Why Why won't you come when the mode of transportation Is in my hand?
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Added on March 16, 2011 Last Updated on March 16, 2011 |

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