Skeletons.

Skeletons.

A Poem by Ben Lingemann

It is a forest for a new beginning,
stretching far with an edge the eye can just barely see.
Pearly whites and grinning,
in this forest one can truly be free.
It is an immaculate world bent on sinning,
it is the only place I can truly be me.

© 2011 Ben Lingemann


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Ben Lingemann
This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.

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Ben Lingemann
Ben Lingemann

Junction City, CA



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Small-town. Taken. Scrabble amateur. My poetry is started by my heart but then is beaten and abused by my brain, I generally think it shows. I write for myself, I always have and will continue regard.. more..

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