by Esther   Aug 7, 2009

Torn into pieces; little shreds.
No emotion will be displayed upon my face.
Emotion shall vanish without a trace.
You cannot read thoughts, nor my mind.
Watch as destruction; slowly you find.


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  • 8 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    You have skillfully fit a lot of emotion and knowledge of self into one Quatrain

    I like it

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