Sunday, February 13, 2011

A Poem A Day Keeps the Doctor Away

His breath smells of thunder
His heart made of rusted copper
Betrayal being the only neuronic movements
Though, I only wish for he and I to be one...
Posted by Maddie Pattie at 7:32 PM

1 comment:

  1. CassadyFebruary 14, 2011 at 8:39 PM

    If there was a 'like' link, I would click on it right now.

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