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To the Bone
Like maggots on a piece of ham,
the critics do their work
Devouring just because they can,
to maim, destroy, and hurt
They eat through flesh right to the bone
never missing one last scrap
Not even a scribbled, half-done poem
-have they ever given back
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
the critics do their work
Devouring just because they can,
to maim, destroy, and hurt
They eat through flesh right to the bone
never missing one last scrap
Not even a scribbled, half-done poem
-have they ever given back
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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To the Bone
To the Bone
