Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
The Wronged- 5/28/2011
Sharpened claws meets eyes to scratch. Flashing teeth meets flesh. Missing souls that fury moves. An anger deep inside. Wounded hearts with matching body parts. The wronged fight ever on.
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