The FogA Poem by Kleio13
Contusions have quite a thrill , especially when they paint my throat
clouding music, I'm just a fulcrum away from climbing to pain it's almost SyFy, this love speaks fiction i know it sounds cheesy, but at least these mental interludes will go unnoticed i crawled to talking walls, the wood floors bring me fairytales, "silly girl, you brought this on yourself." His apologies scream in my ear, the Fog , haha, you're too sweet, even sweeter when the cranium meets a pale jaw lovely candy bricks, the contusions I still face, i guess I'm used to it. the most pathetic morsel in my life, a severed man begging for mercy. © 2015 Kleio13Author's Note
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Added on December 12, 2013Last Updated on February 28, 2015 |

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