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ADRIFT.....2

Poetry By: blue3232
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ITS A BIPOLER THING


Submitted:Jun 3, 2012    Reads: 2    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


ADRIFT, with my chaotic struggles,
i collapse into a bipoler ghetto, and
find broken strings, and dirty books,
and a friend with black smoke....
ADRIFT, into the night, i fall like
a failing priest, and wait for the
free gift ...................
the free gift of love........
adrift no more.........





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