YOU ARE READING First Class Poetry We're all dead anyways. ~Poetry e 31 3 1 by AnneNicole74 by AnneNicole74 Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Eyes wandering around, searching in blank expression She's an open book--but tore her pages in regression Time traveling, mouth sewing, deflation in your breath Past capacity and past decapition, in shallow depths