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Maleficer
In times of grief we take up our crosses,
Cry to the Above for strength in our weakness,
lick our wounds and count our losses,
Light candles to chase away the darkness.
Ask for forgiveness and pray for salvation,
Hope for the future, and bury our past.
Maleficers spit out their curses in frustration,
their wicked spells they will cast.
When hardship comes, they wash their woes in shame...
Saturday 7th June 2025 7:37 pm
Something to think about
Some people hold on to memories they never had and feelings they never felt, just to justify their existence. To all of them I say: cry when u have to, and leave depression to those with wounded souls.
Chino.
Monday 1st February 2016 4:50 pm
Something I Wrote
Something I wrote
was for you
a letter
torn between the tears,
I wrote it in despair
then forgot.
Today
I find your answer
in a bottom drawer.
I read it through
and after
some eight or nine years now
your scent
still lingers
at the end of each paragraph.
Thursday 16th August 2012 7:07 pm
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