FAYE

Walrus

Troubled soul,

Not that old,

The world to you,

Too often cold,

We learnt, 

We Laughed,

All childhood friends,

im sad your gone,

Now guilt descends

  • Author: Walrus (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2024 16:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • David Wakeling

    I read this twice but it means nothing to me. It seems unfinished

    • Walrus

      my childhood friends just died, I feel bad for not staying in touch

      • Walrus

        Almighty cruel,
        so full of shit
        a hypocrit,
        Yet holywrit
        im atheist,
        im manumit,
        all of these thoughts just retrofit,
        Yet every single fucking time ,
        an atheist yet but benign

        • Walrus

          is that one shit as well?

        • Thomas W Case

          Good work.

          • Walrus

            Thanks Thomas



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