The taste of copper
runs through out my drying mouth.
I need to be helped.

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ПоэзияThis whole book is a poem made up of smaller poems. It's a story of someone that is struggling through life. It's up to you to decipher your own story through this. #7 in haiku July 18, 2018 #1 in enlightenment July 18, 2018 -EasonV (Free verse and...
Holding
The taste of copper
runs through out my drying mouth.
I need to be helped.