VerminA Poem by Mark
I swept the day and looked for meaning,
but found only hardwood floors and honest ceilings. No more would I go astray in sticky lies, failed truths. I wondered what I would find if the cobwebs were gone and no more vermin to hide. Cold, clean, and alone I live on the floor of light. We've become such careless souls; who can't tell what is truth anymore. © 2016 MarkReviews
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Added on January 25, 2016Last Updated on January 25, 2016 |

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