Sep 2014
Your words--
They grate and corrode.
Rice and birds--
Explode.
Rage wells,
It overflows.
No more silent spells,
We're grown.
They grate and corrode.
Rice and birds--
Explode.
Rage wells,
It overflows.
No more silent spells,
We're grown.
(Georgia)
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