SaturatedA Poem by Steven BilodeauRich with taste in silent disguise. The flavor burns on my tongue. It's in the air, it fills my lungs drowning in this smoke. Now I'm done! Blind of muck. Careless to see, all the harm in front of me. The taste was good, the taste was strong. The taste is now running me! Crash and burn was my life, here I am, where's my sight? The taste can't hide! It's burning me.© 2009 Steven BilodeauAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 4, 2009 AuthorSteven BilodeauStratford, CTAboutMy name is Steven Bilodeau, I am 23 years old and I am attending college. I am going for a Bachelors in Science Majoring in Biology and Minoring in Creative Writing. I'm engaged to an amazing girl whi.. more.. |

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