Poem - 07 April 2017, 11:16 Bloody Knuckles Amanda Horne Bloody Knuckles, skinned to the bone. A rich prick sulks as you work the grind stone. Empty pockets, but the scars to show, you put up a fight as you watched it all go. Like 2 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 662 Rating: Total votes: 2 Tags: Corruption Desperation Injustice Poetry Genre: Tragedy Listed in: Contest Entries 2 comments
Christopher Correia07 April 2017, 11:28 my friend is right, Amanda, you got some serious 'skillz' Reply
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my friend is right, Amanda, you got some serious 'skillz'
Lol, thank you! You guys are too sweet!