I could not think of a title and
this was just randomly inspired
by I've got no idea what.

~L.~


A Four Line Random Poem.



Haunted hurt too painful to face
Inner peace doesn't, in me, have a place
on soul's lips, slow dripping poison, resides the taste
brain by self-mutilation's studded mace.

03/01/09.





Poetry by liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-01-07 at 01:52

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