These Days by S R Mats

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Jan 24

Their eyes
Are glazed over
With their hate,
Thick scales formed.

The voice of reason
Becomes hoarse
Stripped raw
From strain

As sanity died.

Written by

S R Mats F/Houston, TX

(F/Houston, TX)

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