Poem - 28 August 2018, 12:15 Thoughts... Wayne Stubbs Shackled, A prisonerĀ To my unrest, My tongue, Torn with no words, No means to write, Lost withinĀ Broken breath, My colour kills, So please hurry My lonely death... Like 3 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 1061 Rating: Total votes: 3 Tags: Abuse Death Prayer Prisoner Slave Poetry Genre: Freestyle Prose Tragedy Topic: Heart Listed in: Contest Entries 5 comments
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My awakening breath.Ā
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