luule
Friday, June 29, 2012
An ashtray,
Filled to the top.
A mind,
Any moment going to pop.
A feeling,
So unpleasant.
A voice,
Silence it, I can’t.
A moment,
Shattered by time.
A poem,
Written with a moody rhyme.
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