The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Friday, March 27, 2015
Air
It's different
Here, it moves a little
Strangely, sweet and
Flies. A place to
Own each molecule,
A breath of monster
Hiding underneath:
A beast inviting,
Standing, sighing
In-between
The night and day.
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