Act I, Scene 1 Poem by Morawn Higgs

Act I, Scene 1



I have a confession, Father
Our cores,
Are rotten.

We were made from
loneliness.
Everything else is just an
afterthought.

Thursday, December 27, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: father,loneliness
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