The Red RiverThe Red River The grating sound of the chain link fence’s rusted metal made the hairs on the back of Tom’s neck standThe Red River
Lead WingsTaking shape, taking flight.Lead Wings
I learn use of my wings,
I use them how I know
They build me up.
Letting me see the sky’s beautiful hues of blue. But they tare me down Them with wings of blackened lead
That can never truly fly, truly live.
The Green BBs Little green Bbs roll down the slanted roof. Bouncing over the roof shingles and over the edge. I sit my back against the chimney taking aim at leaves hanging above me. Grinning, I put little round holes, one after another into the maple. Shifting the plastic pistol from hand to hand I am a roof top sniper, targeting the things below. The sun pours down endlessly as I climb off the roof to the world below. Walking bare foot on the soft summer grass, I scope out potential targets and take them out one by one.The Green BBs
I reload, carefully pouring the dark green BB’s into the c
I love The Green Bbs. o3o But I'll have to read the other one later. ><
Not in school today (27th).
Luv ya. xD
And btw, call me Sangii online. ~
-Kai
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Cheeze.
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