unwanted futures.A Poem by brianna vegaSo were racing past icey cold buildings looming straight over uss Foreshadowing futures Of deaths in cubicles Where our imaginations will be stifled Compacted and locked away To be stored in dusty boxes at the back of our hearts This is what we have to look forward to . © 2008 brianna vega |
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1 Review Added on June 18, 2008 Authorbrianna vegacity of lost angels, CAAboutThings have changed like the singing of rain Once soft Now pouring Soaking Softening Changing more.. |

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