Saturday, August 30, 2014

Hemlock



 I think I can brew solitude…
With unmatched passion that resurrects me!

Spinning cloverleaves act selfish
By reckoning my dubious self, bewitched!

 I keep on humming my favorite lullaby
As I used to…when the raspberry entailed…

Prisoner, I refuse and refuse to be innocent
When the time is, itself, a violent imposter!!

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