The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Friday, December 21, 2012
Markham
escape from
form and
proper
Blast! Bite - tsetse masticate
cells of mine and
Firm, shared Crocuta serum too
I fly now, Beryl! Soar with thee
Kalahari's mote above and
Fall
fled from form
and proper
some escape
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