Human Fleshlings
Human Fleshlings
Imperfect flesh
Fantasy perfection
Love is all we need
Yet all we want is greed
We seek perfection to plant our seed
We expect them to follow our lead
We’re full of sin
How can we expect to win?
Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010
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