in littleville

metaphorically speaking,
the sun never rises in littleville
in littleville, the people go on about their lives,
pretending that everything is alright
they like to pretend like nothing is wrong,
all the people do

metaphorically speaking,
the people in littleville are dead:
death comes even unto the quick

things are not so bright
in littleville




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Written on 2012-08-27 at 02:23

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
The people of Littleville , are dead , zombie like , but no ones got the hart to tell them that.
Ken
2012-08-27

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