Poet Trees --For Sale
Poet trees
don't think
we cry ink...
eyes pink;
face
ta'
face
blink;
then
sink
to brinks
of Disgrace;
lips
trace mirrors
whole selling fears
we die here
souls
are sold this way
today
cut ties
with lies here
and Buy Here
Copyright © Jslambert Mister Roboto | Year Posted 2011
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