A Vicious Square
Saturday, June 25, 2011
In Each House Hides
Every street has their nightmares.
A toxic secret turned to gravel
That would be cancer to share.
Yet when finally it unravels,
Blessed dark sets to sail.
Dreams have nothing new to tell.
The nearby hospital wails.
Why do we do this to ourselves.
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