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Small Poems

January 31, 2016
By spacethekidd BRONZE, Franklin, Michigan
spacethekidd BRONZE, Franklin, Michigan
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Small Poems litter
My over-crowded thoughts

Scratches, paint streaks, and ink marks
Adorn my dreaming hands

My body is thinking
I’m still alive

 

Yet fright is the sealant
That binds me inside

 

The colors are trapped
The poems are mixing

 

Too late will come soon,
Freedom, I miss you



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