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Condemned or Careless
Every whisper
is a scream
to my open window,
every shaken breath
is a call to the wind,
and when the bedsprings
creak when I shift my weight,
the devil grins and rattles
empty shackles.
is a scream
to my open window,
every shaken breath
is a call to the wind,
and when the bedsprings
creak when I shift my weight,
the devil grins and rattles
empty shackles.
Published 29th Mar 2015
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29th Mar 2015 1:48pm
Oh, I like this poem, strawberry.fields. It's like a soft breeze, though carrying an enormous weight.
Anonymous
31st Mar 2015 4:16am
Brilliant..
Dave
Dave
Anonymous
2nd Apr 2015 2:04am
Short, morbid, and to the point. HECK YEA I LIKE IT!
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