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The Bad Influence

Food For Little Thought

A poem about you

Photo by Simon Wijers on Unsplash

My soul is pure
It’s the words that are crazy
Deep in the cupboard
Behind the stale bread
Is where my articulation lies
The sounds are yours, the meanings are mine
You buried those long ago
Shovels and candlelight won’t be enough to exhume the truth
Cascading dirt will douse the flames
Not sure if I’d grab a cemetery hand either
But I’d probably give it a passing glance
You’d rather blind…



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