A needA Poem by IndaA Need
Cracks on the walls, a gust of wind, you change your mind and it all falls.
Dust in the air, debris on your hair and a tear; the culmination of my biggest fear.
Clouds of gray, fingers bleed. -I don’t want you to stay, this is a need. © 2013 IndaReviews
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