Shards of glass, they are
The words
Sharp, painful
Cutting
She spews them.
She spews them
With no warning
No reason at all
Arrows shoot on
From her tongue.
From her tongue
The vile lyric
It never ends
She is unconcerned
They are shards of glass.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Yenta
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2 comments:
Shards of glass :-), very nice ...
thank you kind sir :)
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