Sin-Dees Malady
She pretends to care
Written emotion lies to all
The core of her is rancid
Her center made of fantasy
She tries to impress all
With saccharin sickly prose
The woman turns a blind eye
Her true intentions revealed
Copyright © Renee Kelly | Year Posted 2012
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