dying sighs
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Mangled
Disdain mangles your face
rage mars your grace
with three little words, all propriety wash away
"You repel me", you say.
It's not just your countenance
but your voice, its cadence
as my mask falls away
with my mangled heart, I walk away.
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