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All These Things

A Poem

By LIFE MAZIPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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On first glance she is a witch.

Curtains for hair,

Calluses for sandals

And a smile used as her wand.

When you look at her more,

She turns into a thief

Stealing the lives of those around her

And marking them on paper.

Oh, how all these people she has wronged.

But later she becomes a whore.

Working for her pimp, the World,

Touched by filthy promises

And paid in sugar-coated lies,

You see her now as her own life is being mourned.

And finally she is nothing.

She could not save anyone

She could not save herself,

She was all these things -

But more than anything else,

She was simply a pawn.

sad poetry
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LIFE MAZI

A RELIC OF GROWTH

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