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Showing posts with label The Mag 147. Show all posts

December 10, 2012

Tainted


The girl came from a tainted place
not sure if she'd fit in
They sneered at all her worldly signs
and where she should begin

Alien and consternated
picking up the gist 
Staring on with great abandon
slapped upon the wrist

Skies were grey and ladened with
cataclysmic ire
Foreign oxygen henceforth 
no chance to aspire

Their tongues, they may not be the same
but read upon their face
Was the wording of a thousand thoughts
to take rejection's place

The girl came from a tainted place
and knew she'd not fit in
For she breathed inside her bubble
and kept the sword within

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