/set color green
the stare
i ponder to myself on the lone branch of and old tree that is my mind,
a quil moving so frequently,
eyes watching, staring, loathing.
evil among the looks,
why must words hurt one to create another's joy?
the weak of heart have mouths of quick kills.
words of the forgoten, love, lust, courage...
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