Woe Be Gone
books feel no pain
though tattered and torn.
not pricked with voodoo precision,
chiseled at the gums.
my upturned smile borrows misery.
I can not turn the pages.
the patrons read my lips
"woe be gone"
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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