n o i t c e l f e r | r e f l e c t i o nA Poem by Marilyn My BitternessSmile for the prophet Laugh for the child Die like a martyr In hell burn defiled
Who are you really? What makes you tick? Why when I see you, It makes me sick?
You're perfect ...in essence With everything You do
Maybe that Explains why I want to strangle You.
Angel from heaven
Have you lost your way? Let me guide you Away from this place.
m r i Look in the o r r Hate what I See It's just my n o i t c e l f e r | r e f l e c t i o n Staring back at me.
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2 Reviews Added on April 24, 2008 AuthorMarilyn My BitternessNJAboutI eat. I sleep. I write. I call people names. I see you are jealous. That's common. ;D more..Writing
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