Busted Poem by Julie Schleppegrell

Busted

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The nector poisoned the blood,
and the good Angel flicked like a bug.

The sense created mistake,
has now left guilty her fear to take.

Lies are mopped up to wring in a route,
to be capped in a bottle with no way out?

The witness of promise shaken with question,
explosions of carbon now lead to confession.

Monday, January 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: angel,lies
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