Running on empty.

Smear ash liberally over fragmented psyche collapsing into myself.

Blood cries. 

Dreams die.

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  • Guy Hogan on Feb 3, 2010

    This poem reminds me of the song, “The End” by the Doors. Good job.

  • Michael Eboh on Feb 3, 2010

    Great share. Thanks!

  • amandeep13 on Feb 3, 2010

    Marvelous

    Keep it up

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