A Billion Falling Parts Poem by Dallin Bruun

A Billion Falling Parts



as the snow falls on my head I wonder
what the hell is wrong with me?
this ethereal madness
this parade of souls
cradled in my skull

there's always something wrong with me
that's what's wrong with me

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Dallin Bruun

Dallin Bruun

Salt Lake City, UT
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