sadness fills a cup of hate
random acts of persuing fate
late showers in early november
tangled feelings in a burning ember
apologies of insocistence
searching with a boiling conscience
not good enough for your stare
a tear out of my eye, fairly rare.
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hi there, lonely poet. i have no idea who you are *wink*. nice blog newbie
ReplyDeletehaha thanks..mallory? whos that. jee idk
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