Ill
A flash of red,
and all there is- is green,
a monster ivy,
a terrible triumph over common sense,
colored papers and metal disks,
diehard addictions,
mental conflictions,
a soul thats battered and whisked,
and made into a cake:
bred for consumption.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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