THE-POETS-PANTALOONS
Monday, August 25, 2014
balled up fists and fire lungs
a lonely child
who dreams only nightmares
dark eyes long to run away
the smell of fire burns at sanity
never lost in a forest
full of pine and wolf hands
confidence is a liar
looking up at the moon
it says 'all alone'
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