as she pulls an
object from her pocket
and lifts it to her head
reality strikes like lighting
for if nobody would stop
her thunder, she would
do the..
[boom!]
u n t h i n k a b l e.
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" The sound of gunshot just belted its cry, and so did I... "
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RECORD PLAYER. POETRY
Poetry❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : comple...
