poems Quicksand July 31, 2013by heather anne Head sunk under sand,electric pulse overwhelms.Empowered lungs breathe. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
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Don’t breathe under sand! Good to see you’re so actively writing again 🙂
thanks! Gotta try and keep up with you 😉
I’ve been slacking. Had my teeth pulled and can’t think straight x.x Finally getting a groove back.
Ostrich
ahahaha!
you just blew my mind on my own work.