Lies
Such toxic water Still drips From a pipe Long thought Tightly closed. Hidden behind barrels In accepting shadows Slowly dripping With aims To contaminate Human decency. Unknown, unheard, Until too late When the soil Is dead And air Befouled.
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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