In Fauve fashion


masking for Life,


fallible textuaries


pervade hallways,


vaulting their faults


inside libraries


where even the merde  mold


has grown old


and beyond Belief.

Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2013-06-09 at 00:01

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Sounds like the forgotten crevices of my equally mouldy mind & the vast expanse of the bottomless void of my soul. If a critic has ever touched me, this has without remorse or restraint. Thanks for sharing.