The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, March 3, 2014
Rough
Released, slow, and prowling
Carnivorous wary, ought bright
Trinity to flee, but "niao" she
Tarries, keeps and thanks in
Blinks of ardor. Safe, in
Dark apartment, in
Side.
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