The want of nothing

Gavin

Lost souls exist

In selves little spheres

Controlled by want

With no higher fears.

They're freedom impaired 

By their own doing.

Rich as a king 

Souls destitute ruin.

 

 

 

  • Author: Gavin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2020 06:50
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