Through a thugs eyesA Poem by KatieShort poem
Blood pulsing through my vein,
As the steady beat of the rain. Verses the harsh enemy fights, And cold winter nights. Surrounded by drugs, Wanna be thugs. Selling to get money, With girls as sweet as honey. © 2017 KatieAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 16, 2017 Last Updated on September 16, 2017 AuthorKatieAmersham, Buckinghamshire, United KingdomAboutJust getting started again on my writing. more..Writing
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