Hang You By the CenterpieceA Poem by Kristine Ferg
Beyond the page,
She walks a smoldered age, Crippled and bound By the covens in her sleeve, Slowly seething underneath the robes Of justice and divinity; Writhing, pining for release She begs for release. The all-consuming centerpiece Of that one relentless piece; Peace.
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2 Reviews Added on November 6, 2013 Last Updated on November 6, 2013 AuthorKristine FergAboutI'm just another person. Just like you; my art the object of knowledge in understanding who I am and how I am. And that, simply, is enough about me. more..Writing
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