This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Bureaucrats
The Prick Slipped hard Into the Soft flesh. Blood dripped thick, Attracting leeches to the shard. The leg grew red and quick, permanently weak and marred.
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