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A tapestry of lives gone by
A tapestry of lives gone by
Rich threads from what we cry
Frays of the past evoking
Gaze of the future corrupting
My stream carries its fallen leaves
Its purpose only defined by what it receives
Broken mind and beaten guilt
A blackened soul only I have built
Tears like beads down a porcelain doll
She is there to no longer make me whole
As I possessed a poiso...
Sunday 18th August 2024 8:24 pm
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