Singed Sanity
Standing stilland smiling,
I can pretend to
plight your pity.
Feeding forced forgeries
between this threat,
I regret what happens next.
I shake your shameful hand.
Don't dare dream
that this isn't dramatic.
I still hate you.
Singed Sanity
Standing stillHarverTomsson commented on Singed Sanity
08-04-2012
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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