I sold my soul to facebook and now can't look you in the face
Secrets can't hide when likes drive pride
And the world becomes filtered into sepia and grey
Time dissipates into the social space
Physical contact has been replaced
Misinterpreted meanings snowball out of control
And all I can see is my tumbleweed soul
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He Without Sin
PoetryA new collection of poetry based on the theme of the seven deadly sins - Envy, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath. A work in progress book, with poems added as I work on them. All based on true experiences and encounters I hope you enjoy...
