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)
- Published: January 2nd, 2024 16:27
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments2
I read this twice but it means nothing to me. It seems unfinished
my childhood friends just died, I feel bad for not staying in touch
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
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Good work.
Thanks Thomas
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