Mute Monorhyme

Bloody windows grin with people looking in
Four empty spaces pulsating from within
So many dreams don't fit .. feel  spasms in my chin
Those useless lips of mine can't tell me if I scream....

for Brian Strand's Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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