![]() Cyanide DreamsA Poem by icelandicblue
ich gezählt mein Geld
und gingst du in der schwarzen Lärm verloren; allein bin ich arm und dein Zyanid bitteren ist I counted my money and you were gone, lost in the black noise. Alone I am poor and your cyanide is bitter. © 2013 icelandicblueReviews
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6 Reviews Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 15, 2013 Author![]() icelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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