Sunday Night, a Study
Swallows my warmth,
placates my terse disease,
desperate for normal green hopes,
Cinquain, Death, Depression, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by Evelyn on October 26, 2011 - 8:19 pm
I demand more cinquain. and for chrissakes, do it on CinquainFevah!
mother fucker…and I mean that in the best way.
#2 by Carl on October 27, 2011 - 11:02 pm
I need lots more practice! Lots more! Lots and lots more before I can play in the big leagues!