Poems about epigraph

• It was a poisonous book.

  With tendrils of ink it reaches out to ensnare you
  You don’t see it coming, wouldn’t suspect

  by Rhaine 21 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 22 5:44 PM 2007. In epigraph, literature, Oscar Wilde

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