Squash my dreams
Like a summer bug.
Let the memories flow
Out of my open wounds.
Let the midnight moon takes it rise
The river flows,
Across the rocks,
Like the pain,
Flowing through my veins.
The sun shines no longer.
What did you think
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Nice imagery in this one. Vivid write.
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Ihis is pretty good detail and flow of words, Squash my dreams don't sound to happy. Well it was wonderful to read
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woow cool imagination....Squash my dreams
Like a summer bug.the first line itslf packes in a complete punch!!!kudos
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Nice depiction of let it flow, an acceptance of reality. Blessings.




