MOSAIC OF MIRRORS
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Sunset Sonnets 8
Sin
while i slept she cried
wondering why i lied
she said she did tried
but was taken for ride
nothing is left to hide
let no rules to abide
fallen prophets don't guide
amidst the surging tide
somewhere she wants to hide
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