Society

August 14, 2009
By EFarrar GOLD, Greenwell Springs, Louisiana
EFarrar GOLD, Greenwell Springs, Louisiana
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The trees grin with gnarled teeth,
And the beasts rise from beneath.
Every law they forsake;
Torment lies in their wake.
Grey clouds the sky
As my thoughts
Flutter by,
Not to be caught.


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