Married With Children

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By Anthony Cardon •

Frustration Fear Flames of fire. Everything in turmoil Under the supposed smooth silk. Keep good appearance, But lies creep through Like insects digging their way Into an embalmed corpse, Sucked dry from the sandy Stormy winds. The crumbled pieces of deteriorating flesh Are still there, To join the rubble That fly in particles, Never to be seen again, But to add onto destruction. Will the cloth Keep at least some of it left?

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July 4, 2008 13:54Tim Pozzi

really like this one, very powerful and emotional.