Pain For SaleA Poem by PeteThere are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. - ThoreauYou sneak up behind me. Plunging your dull knife into my back. A sacrilegious sneak attack. Love's sanguine artifact. There's a price for everything. I have nothing for you to steal. I'm a warehouse of truth. You're a liquidation of lies. No one ever buys deceptive cries ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 26, 2020 Last Updated on April 27, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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