Arcadia

Arcadia

A Poem by Becky
"

It has no real meaning.

"

Simple as a breeze of Toxins

Gliding slowly into your lungs

Burning, Iching Skin

Mindless painful tongues tied

Hair curved to the side

Brain about to be crushed

Under the pressure of the new fallen rust.

© 2011 Becky


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Added on April 5, 2011
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Becky
Becky

East Haddam, CT



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