A half confession,
Poor and incomplete,
As you stand there
A deer in headlights,
One foot out the door.
I tried... I'm tired,
So like all of the
Prettiest, little dreams,
Rotting there
In infertile earth,
I bury my heart.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 29th, 2026 01:40
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