The Word
Original Poetry by Kevin Keyser
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Hemlock House
I'm in the house of hemlock thee you know me sweet.
I'm in the house of hemlock just aging, rotting meat.
I'm in the house of hemlock little do you know.
I'm in the house of hemlock drinking it all in before I go.
K.J.K. 08/12/2014
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