365 Poems in 365 Days: Break The Fall
Broken glass shines like bloody gemstones
The cut is deep right to the bone
Accidents are worse when on your own
Going to have to climb up the wall
Find the phone and make the call
Regretting the slip and fall
Number 363 just came to mind this afternoon.
The cut is deep right to the bone
Accidents are worse when on your own
Going to have to climb up the wall
Find the phone and make the call
Regretting the slip and fall
Number 363 just came to mind this afternoon.
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