Treasure Island

CarolAnne Spalding

(January 1,1972 / Toronto, Ontario)

Evil Burns


The strength of a man
may be evident through his words...

But the threats and pain such a man
inflicts upon another merely uncovers
his pitifully weak, pathetic, worthless existence...

You...
...the one who has a heart of black, a soul of coal,
a mind of evil and a hand to hurt

You...
...do not have the resources or strength to conquer ME

Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 26, 2013

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  • Randy Resh (9/25/2013 3:50:00 AM)

    beginning to blossom. Now- forge such Vulcan molten metals into finest refined sculptured beauty. (only a few shavings is all) . For masterpiece polishing. (Report) Reply

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