Sunday, April 24, 2011

Untitled Poem #17

She talked so freely
Acted so naturally
Smiled so effortlessly
Just like an angel
There was no acceptance
Nor forgiveness
For there was no hatred
In the first place
Nor was there love
There was only vanity
She looked like a corpse
Old, unmoving
She talked so freely
About sepulchers
Acted so naturally about death
Smiled so effortlessly
About pain
Just like a corpse
Cold and unmoving

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