The mask
I borrowedthe hockey mask
that you wear
to slaughter
It wasn't
returned in time for
Friday
the 13th
Forgive me
It was amazing
though it smelled
like a rotted corpse.
The mask
I borrowedPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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The mask | 0 | 12/14/2011 |
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