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thiS

A Poem by Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

Though untaken, these steps I trace
To swallow my hands then by mistake
In attempt to mend my heart inside
Breathless, my lungs they choke and bind
And though my mind offers solution
My eyes wander in awe of pollution
To blend in my stomach the answers given
Through the wrong end escape the words striven

For a rancid smell to spread,
The stench of...

© 2018 Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)


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Ewwww gross... well if that is indeed what you have writte

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

2 Years Ago

I’m glad you understood it! Yes, it is exactly what I intended
Vivian Gospel

2 Years Ago

Scatty hahaha

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Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)
Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse (Y.A.D.)

Worcester, MA



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My writing is strongly based on science, culture, myths and fantasy. I do enjoy poem writing but short stories are my passion, I am developing a few novels as well. I am looking for any critique that .. more..

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