Untitled #3 Poem by Will Althen
Untitled #3
What is morbid
But our minds
It creates the evil
Then closes the blinds
Too unreal
To be fake at all
It is the serpent with forked tongue
It is the beast
That heads the call
Before you search outside for a cause
Look inside to blame your lose.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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