hypocrits

by Tina J~ - Not entered

I can go to a place
Where everything is nothing
And nothing is everything.
Inside a mirror
But outside a door.
My dog can't come with me.
And God won't come with me.
But I invite you.
It's called a church.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-12-17 21:17:31
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:51
Poem ID: 48346

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