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A Poem by brianna vega

i dont know what to think of this moment or of you.
as music fills the room making it less empty
you wouldnt look at me when i stated that i cannot follow
ill be there in spirit my dear
my past has wrapped its metal bars around me
as i face the judge 
and he pounds against his podium
i will hold your image in my mind like the last
string of silver iron hope.

© 2011 brianna vega


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i will hold your image in my mind like the last
string of silver iron hope.

....enjoyed this part, i can feel the emotions go through.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on March 28, 2011
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brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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