I
The rat
In a trap
Guns aimed at me
There is no way out
I look with my blind eyes
And see with a clarity
That you do not have your eyes dark
With the filth and grime of poisoned lies
Looking as sweet as honey so eat them
I
The rat
In a trap
Guns aimed at me
There is no way out
I look with my blind eyes
And see with a clarity
That you do not have your eyes dark
With the filth and grime of poisoned lies
Looking as sweet as honey so eat them
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good one lorraine! ❤ ❤
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Thanks Carol Anne ❤️❤️❤️
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An intense poem Lorraine
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Those last 2 lines. 🔥 👏
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