Tinder Poem by Francie Lynch

Tinder



Every face has its glory;
Every scar has its story;
Swipe left,
Swipe right,
Hit like,
Hit dislike,
You're judge, gavel and jury.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: judgement
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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