jam chrs speakeasy open mic poetry worsmith spoken (Remove filter)
QueenZ thriving DrivE
Zac’s Soul sat nav
divined a course designed to force
his mind divorced tortured torso
To walk haunched yet safely
Toward the relative safety Of his abode
his dna post code
his familial throne
That cushioned the tirades of typhoon Tyson blows
Inccessantly thrown by the unknown.
This somnambulist mode emboldened
the focus of his thoughts
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Wednesday 31st March 2010 3:38 am
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