SugarA Poem by Malice Hook
Dear friend with the sugar evidenced on your hands,
A bandage in words cannot heal a disease That's further infested with each customer in line And the loves ones that stretch the tight skin with ease. The designers, the artists, the makers, the clowns Cower behind the shield of a tagged name. But for you, the one I had entrusted wholly, I didn't know you were trained in the same.
© 2013 Malice Hook |
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