Hollow Hotel

Sticks and stones will break your bones

Things that go Bump in the night will hurt you.

Sense and secrets will wreck your mind

As the troubadour’s blade slices open.

Come, ye senseless and boneless,

Stare down your hollow and secretive cell.

Who are you now, yesterday, tomorrow?

Bring sticks and stones to the Hollow Hotel.

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  1. Reblogged this on mfdpensonpi.com and commented:

    Originally posted on : bitsofmyselfcom.wordpress.com
    Please visit there my other blog for original post. Cheers! Myra


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