ChokaA Poem by Tim LionChoka when laughter turns cold, my drumbeat becomes rampant. when beauty goes dark, my stars fall like wounded
birds. the dead never rise, this sick world never
changes, just rearranges the hurt. © 2011 Tim Lion |
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Added on October 24, 2011Last Updated on October 24, 2011 Author
Tim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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