Mimicking Sorrow Poem by markus clinton

Mimicking Sorrow

Rating: 4.0


Laughs the mimick in gelid chokes, a sad smirk on rigid cheeks. I don't know love, and she don't know me. Strangers always... Strangers close enough to choke each other. I am naked inside, they can see all of me, even from my hiding place.

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