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Trickster

January 6, 2015
By BHyler BRONZE, Manitowoc, Wisconsin
BHyler BRONZE, Manitowoc, Wisconsin
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A new face has made its way

Into this world.

A wail forces me

To be content in its existance

Call to me young wailer

I'll beckon if I must.

Oh what Joy

You've stayed your

Retchedness

For yet one more evening.

To think she bled for your design

You now cry to

Add insult to injury.

You're devious,

Trickster.

Yet who am I to blame

You for your

Nature

For you're alive 

And I am less

There's naught to differ.



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