Have you ever tried to remember something,
That never really happened?
How often do you find yourself,
Licking the blood from a murderer's hands?
Why do your colors change,
When someone meddles with their kaleidoscope?
What have you done?
Why?
There is hope like there are planets in the universe.
Every hole has a circumfrence,
And there is always a bigger one.
Since they occupy space,
They are not infinite.
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Words written by poison hands
Hello, my name is Hemlock. I tend to write poetry and personal feeling in this journal. Your reactions are appreciated.
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You're MUCH better
at free verse poetry than me.
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