TheanA Poem by LukeWhat are you doing Thean? Can you not see your hurting her arm? Perhaps its a melancholy game, A circling revenge. What were you thinking Thean? You can not dangle those thoughts! The stained knight takes his own head, This stems the rage. Have you no humanity Thean? What would her mother say? He looks like you, Yes you standing there. Where does it end Thean? Must I read you a mirror? None are fooled, It was I who was the author. © 2011 LukeAuthor's Note
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