Toxic Kind
Face sad find:
Toxic kind
Feel the fake
Break odd take
Guile now bloats
In mad gloat
Twist to turn
Pain that churns
Words tell lies
On the sly
Shift shape pile
With fake smile
Odds grind ends
To cast blend
Feel the mood
Bad makes good
Time to moan
Mind wild groans
Much too much
Strikes that touch
Toxic kind:
Blind leads blind
Leon Enriquez
29 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
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