mary

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
angry marches
the morbid army
of misfits and mice

who dot all their i's
with wounds
from their knives

and i still cry at night
when i think of your smile
but i'm not one of them

and every word that you say
i hear
with a t
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