InfectionA Poem by Andy BattsWe all have it in here In our hearts It gives us rotten mouths and decaying smiles Twisted bones and ripped muscles Broken promises and poisoned lies it festers within failed organs Bloodshot eyes Cracked fingernails Brittle hair We’re all infected and we don’t want the cure © 2018 Andy Batts |
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