Wrong Victim Poem by Malaya Roses

Wrong Victim



The wounded soul
Might be venomous
For me
For you
Nothing good will bear the poisonous fruits
Hates and loves are made to fool
In human
The same wound being stab
With a deception
Blade of treachery
And to heal; It will never be
For you had leaving me to die in agony! ! !

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Saturday, October 15, 2011
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