Poem - 17 March 2018, 01:16 Now Roll That Beautiful B Footage August Arps it's when the very Night itself feels illegal and yet you trespass every hour of your truancy ... free to roam the prison of your freedom as if born to inertia without wings. without therapy. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 644 Rating: Total votes: 0 Poetry Genre: Freestyle Melodrama Prose Topic: The Soul Listed in: Contest Entries