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Husk of a man
I am something
Something reclused
Nothing special
Only reduced.
No longer able
To be seduced
Because I've only
Been Used
Corrupting the Angels
Interrupting the monks.
Tattered off my home
Like the corn husk.
Dont lie to me
Dont look at me
Dont spy on me
Dont speak to me
I almost threw it all away
Good thing i didnt
Id regret it Right away
Something reclused
Nothing special
Only reduced.
No longer able
To be seduced
Because I've only
Been Used
Corrupting the Angels
Interrupting the monks.
Tattered off my home
Like the corn husk.
Dont lie to me
Dont look at me
Dont spy on me
Dont speak to me
I almost threw it all away
Good thing i didnt
Id regret it Right away
Published 21st Jan 2012
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10th Mar 2012 9:46pm
this sounds like you've been hurt.. i'm terribly sorry.. its a lovely poem though austin
