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Punching Flour

Poetry By: xXCapriSunXx
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As useless as punching flour.


Submitted:Nov 26, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


All I can see

Is something too secret

Tearing to leave,

But quiet, I'll keep it.

Under the sheets

and praying they'll steal it

and leave for the streets

Heart beating weakly

But all I did want

Screams at me, leaves slowly

and beats at the door

In doorframes and spinters

As numb as can be

and arms getting heavy

To good to repeat

But all make-believing

and fake as a kiss

and all in your mind movie

To hysterically soothe

and hallucinate you





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