All yor pearls
I can see your sympathy
You wear it like a string of fake pearls
Hanging on yor ears
As you pretend to listen
Draped around your neck
lying across ypur chest
as you pretend to care
And i can feel your anger
A raging fire of pure fury
It burns in your throat
as you spit firey sentences
It flicks in your eyes
And my soul is it's oxygen
poem by Chelsea Pieterse
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