ghostA Poem by brianna vegablurry days its so hazzy i can barely see high high high i felt my bed float past the cieling behind closed eyes the lights danced and twirled ghost shook my sheets howled and laughed whispering silly things i dared not move dared not to let them touch me © 2010 brianna vega |
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Added on April 14, 2010 Last Updated on April 14, 2010 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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