Time a prison,
Holding the pulse that is an invisible phantom beneath my blemished skin captive(d), By the mere echoes of yesterday('s), Dreams of throwing the towel at life! Threatening a vigilant landscape of violent language as a rebuke to the world! As she's owned and subsequently; No longer a shelter!
In lieu of...
Treating our earth,
As our home...
Friday, June 2, 2017
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