My First Saved Poem - Wooden Stick
Split sensation, condescending muzzle- quieting my inhibition. Steel drum, wooden
stick- conjoin, raising heaven and hell, tearing apart the mists that conceal the truth.
Perfection, insanity rearing its beautiful head- setting me free
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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