Irk

Irk

A Poem by nathan

I am fresh out of nice today,
there will be no kind word,
no courtesy
I'm out of fresh out of silence
and you will see
just how much my tongue can wag 
like a double edge sword. . .

© 2013 nathan


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Added on January 28, 2013
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