Trial

A Poem by topsyturvy

In a moment of clarity, i see things unclear.
This facade is breaking.
Bit by bit its tearing.

The cold and heat turns into mush.
Come sweet baby,
Lets turn this into dust.

© 2019 topsyturvy

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Added on July 13, 2019
Last Updated on July 13, 2019

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topsyturvy

Norway

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