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esgrdhtfjykuli

A Poem by brianna vega

torn

idle fingers rip at

whatever is available

unable to sit still

i leave trails

and piles of debris on the floor

behind me

sometimes i toss it up like confetti

when rich

i roll it up and smoke it.

© 2012 brianna vega


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I like this...very original and intuitive.

Posted 13 Years Ago


brianna vega

13 Years Ago

thank you :]

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Added on October 23, 2012
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brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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