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life
Whittled wind, dead cold.
Our earth you have sold.
Naked bone upon the ground.
Your wisdom - oh so profound.
Tomorrows song plays dead.
Lost all, lets call Fred.
Vapors vacuum in my head.
Wilted flower lying in bed.
Ask the future, a morbid web.
"SPIDERS TRAP", the jester said.
Poisoned water dead fish cry.
Malignant tumor inside my eye.
From my poem book - DREAMS
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social seer says: Hard hitting. Well said. Read my poem "Amid the Spoils." |
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