Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, November 16, 2015
Ceremony
Ice in whimsy dull and
Deadened focus, decorate with care
So delicate a floury mess. But
Will they notice inner plain if
All delightful spun its lace surround,
This brick of center, fold this dress?
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