Disabuse Me. By themischievousannaJune 28, 2016 So that when it burned me, I never let it stop Because I was aching, To have a hole To bury in, And regrow my life From crop. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, emotions, fiction&poetry, life, people, poems, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Under the wasted rubble. By themischievousanna2 months ago Another subject. By themischievousanna2 months ago The Messiness of Illusion. By themischievousanna2 months ago Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.
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