The mask
I borrowedthe hockey mask
that you wear
to slaughter
It wasn't
returned in time for
Friday
the 13th
Forgive me
It was amazing
though it smelled
like a rotted corpse.
The mask
I borrowedWhen power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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Jason | 0 | 12/14/2011 |
The mask | 0 | 12/14/2011 |
Kill Them All | 0 | 09/12/2011 |
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how much I love you | 2 | 01/06/2010 |
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