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e-VI


I wrap the truth in foil
knowing it will spoil
and the scent of decay
will attract the scavengers

a great feast
for those twisted souls
that prey on weak minds
and discarded existence



Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2007-06-14 at 03:06

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Rob Graber
Dark & provocative... Last line wants "discarded" probably?
2007-06-14