Suicide BlondeA Poem by Bruce....the poisoned mind flourishes with a new season of black deceit trembling hands do little to soothe in times of such reckless abandon
see you in dreams your eyes lock with mine
over and over your grip like oh wow, and I'm gasping for air
like the first time
© 2011 Bruce |
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Added on December 1, 2011 Last Updated on December 1, 2011 |

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