The Review

The finest robes Masked the hurt Of offences by An unloving crowd. Such beauty brought By pouting lips Still unnoticed Behind shame. The promise of heights Crushed by rocks Tossed by the ravenous Hungry for souls. I alone admired The solitary tear That silently fell On a defeated cheek.

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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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