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May 2015
Innocence-
a myth,
a joke.
we are all but wolves in sheep's clothing.
blind cannibals blindly feeding on kin of flesh,
feeding on illusions and delusions.
you know you've seen it all,
when wolves bleat instead of howl,
grin and bleat "good",
when inside is a growl.
Written by
Bergen Franklin
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