Sunday, December 20, 2009

An Attempt At A Shakesperian Sonnet About Existiential Angst; Comments

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I feel as though my heart is being eaten by SNAKES
With every breath another stab the fang TAKES
When you promise yourself the blood shan't RUN
You ask yourself, 'what's to live for, where's the FUN?
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Karis Braithwaite
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