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bury me, now

Posted by luckychinna in Poetry | 15 Aug 2020, 6:56pm

ten moon cycles now, it'll soon be a dozen,
a vicious plan two decagons in the making,
a lie, upon another, and yet this third one,
completely naive was I, crazy in believing;

false promises and illusory the relation,
beyond my grasp, or my understanding;
grand your betrayal has finally befallen,
crushing my soul are you devoid o'feeling? 



 

 

        

 

 


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