Happy

by graffiti   Aug 1, 2006


The way she walks
the way she talks
hides her true feelings.
A gentle dove
from up above
couldn't commit these killings.
They worship her
and curse at her
but she is in denial.
Her work is done
her life is gone
but she continues to smile.

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