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Mitch Prax
Poems
Oct 2013
Hourglass
As the clouds as my floor
And the red sky at my door
I feel my thoughts running through
There’s only so much i can do
Hours slowly pass, the night climbs
I’ll drift to sleep to pass the time
But it doesn’t work
I’m going beserk.
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Mitch Prax
32/M/Australia
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