Just because I don't
Draw the hate from my veins
Doesn't mean
It's not there.
Just because I don't
Tear open my skin like envelopes
Doesn't mean
There's nothing inside worth seeing.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCompletely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyruspoet 2014.
