Thursday, April 23, 2015

Three Green Apples in a Bowl

Notebooks scattered on her desk
Fragments of thoughts of a wife, her life
Emptying her hurried mind
of the lurid kind
Three green apples in a bowl
The Devil stole her soul
Now she wanders off to class
To pursue this farce
Not a regular girl at all
She runs to his every call.

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