He's suffering --
His own version
Of splendor
In the grass
Without that --
Splendor
He's gone --
Wackadoodle
Sometimes --
It takes time
To fully bloom
To manifest
In festering
Mental infection
To become --
So inflicted
On the outside
He can't SEE --
Himself
His own --
Specter
In the mirror.
By Lady Lost
Copyright © 2002
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**A stalker based expressive work.
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