I was born but never conceived
Lived everywhere and nowhere
With truth I was deceived
In joy I felt despair
I love those I hate
And hate those I love
Being early I'm late
When I'm under I'm above
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: June 4th, 2025 03:27
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Comments1
Wonderful a short yet incredibly reflective piece from the poet rubbing off onto the reader. 🌹
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