Decived by beauty

May 25, 2010
By , quincy, IL
I used to think of her as beautiful
But when i really looked at her
Her eyes were filled with hatred
Her mouth holds a sinister smile
Her hands held tightly
ready to strike
Her voice is ready to accuse.
Beware this woman, for i can't run from her. She is my mother.





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