tainted

as
loneliness
creeps in
succumbing
in darkness
i cling
on thorny
branches
that forces its way
to my skin
a reminiscence
of buried
memories
that haunts me . . .
by Rob
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You’re currently reading “tainted,” an entry on sensory replays
- Published:
- September 18, 2009 / 5:17 PM
- Category:
- poetic blah blahs
- Tags:
- loneliness, poetry



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