Narc poem

You are on the last leg of your saving grace, as you seek out those who could have fresh trouble for your gluttonous feast. You will never know how this will shape the machine you are,

a collector of crooked beliefs that are presented for the highest score and offer.

The discovery of what’s beyond the ‘salt of the earth’ facade will leave every one of your subjects and targets with busted pieces of a counterfeit identity.


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I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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