Speluska's Blog

Read my mind

Broken wings

 

I end up crying,

it feels like dying.

My wings won’t fly no more,

I feel like a fucking whore.

I don’t won’t to love ever again,

it seems like there is no decent man.

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October 25, 2011 - Posted by | Poetry | , ,

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