A maze...
Heartless and artless -
a maze of defense...
Meandering inward
and outward and less...
Hazy and hollow
and heaving a straw...
Pretending it's heavy
and magic and more...
Clowning and drowning
and switching a stitch...
Shouting out slogans
and scratching an itch...
Joy Weare,
21st June, 2011.
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