Where Was The Whip
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Where was the whip
That was used on me?
It was in the sub-conscious.
The mask I saw torn
And both my parents
Faces appeared.
Aghast the crowing tomb
Yawning, creaking
In the shades and silhouettes
Of the trees, of the tombs
And monuments of fear
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş