The Extremely Vicious Circle
Surviving The French Dream
Saturday, 12 December 2009
pretentious poems
Bitter Fruit
Are my feelings there only
as a tool for your derision.
Constant ridicule wears thin
the soul laid bare before your sacrificial altar.
Sour times, like bitter fruit
linger.
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