It's done,
It's on his skin,
It's done.
Now all it taunts him with is regret,
When he was supposed to feel a surge of adrenaline,
A feeling of a l i v e.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
