No Empathy, With Sympathy
Out of the rubble,
And through trouble.
My hopes, doubles.
Weaving together,
This fair weather.
Evil dare tether.
In mental telepathy,
Feel no empathy,
With sympathy.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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