Oscar Wilde's Love Child
my life as a work of art
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Achy Breaky Heart
Dreams beneath
eyes shut;
nightmares
when sleep
escaped from
lonesome bones.
Soul derelict
drained of a pus
stained infection
survives with
smiling
vengeance.
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