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 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI 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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