Epilepsy Kills

Let the bed murmur not;
The jealous are behind the door,
To eardrop the noise from the springs.

Let the key seal its hole;  
Green eye monsters are behind the door,
To have a glimpse of the angels within .

Let the jealous seek cure;
Ears here,eyes there; peace nowhere;
Epilepsy kills.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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