Words by B. E. Cotton

 

She was the consummate liar She ignited my being With her euphony She decocted me A capricious master At the go away come here game My self esteem an appurtenance To her hubris She sculpted me She shattered me I  gave credence  To her words So fertile with BS                               I have bloomed                               From the compost heap                 7/5/98

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