On reflections of splintered glass...A Poem by drew garnerAs if the question needs to be answered. I don't like being told what to do. Maturity slivers by and stings like cancer. While you have confused order for the truth. My avoidance of political correctness leaves me vulnerable. While your confidence leaves me blind. As if the moment that we cease to be human makes for a better story. Flaws and forgiveness what more can I say. Provocation of the simple minded, I have no patience for politics. No patience for what I can't trust. the shattered mirror the blood and pain. you call me crazy but never tell me what is sane.
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6 Reviews Added on October 5, 2018 Last Updated on October 5, 2018 Authordrew garnerknoxville, TNAboutDrew Garner was born in 1989 and lives in Knoxville. He is nearly completely self-educated, having only attended public school through his graduation of kindergarten. A fan of weird-fiction and the hi.. more..Writing
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