Jennie Renee Sparrow
Bottles - Poem by Jennie Renee Sparrow
Messages who talk,
Hands that walk.
Jokers who seek,
Seekers that weep.
Makers who think,
Murderers that wink.
Tokens of the tormented,
Evidence from the demented.
Pieces of the puzzle are becoming solved.
Puzzles of the truth have become resolved.
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