Not The Last

January 27, 2014

Breath of fog take one last

Sight of you I take my last

Sound of fire going fast

Smell of flesh burning fast

Do not look at my eyes

I shall take your eyes

Whip of hair gone at last

Beat of heart this is last

Ball up roll down fast

Bang my fist around fast

Do not plead with eyes

I shall blind your eyes

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Jacqueline PhillipsMay 10, 2014

<p>I seriously love your rythm in this</p>