On my wallA Poem by Poppie MiraOn my wall they march on my identity like fire ants ready to eat my name. Erasing my spirit from humanity and exploding my sight from reality. They scatter hate free from their cold minds to freeze my heart. They craft comments free from their blazing hands to burn my soul. They drink spiteful free from the to descend my tears. Masters of idiocy and ignorance, brilliant engineers of my destruction, you left no mercy on my precious mirror. © 2012 Poppie MiraReviews
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