Feb 26
His eyes were serpentine,
Mind black with oozing tar.
Skin bleached from turpentine,
Slaver for the abattoir.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
Slaver
Feb 26
His eyes were serpentine,
Mind black with oozing tar.
Skin bleached from turpentine,
Slaver for the abattoir.
