Bruises mar eyes from ugly tears
Disfigured by a hopeless soul
The disgusting truth unfolds
Exposing the sick wolf inside
This hideous beast I see in me
9/1/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
