Fool's Gold
More then
once,
she had
sold her
soul.
More then once.
More then
once,
the glitter
was fool's
gold.
More then once.
More then
once,
sorrow's
shade
had been
pulled
down tightly
upon the
windowsill
of her
love
More then
once.
T. Labbe`
poem by Tim Labbe
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