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193 · Aug 2020
Confession
Take my hand
Glean from crossroads
On my palm
The secrets of my heart

If  I ever loved you
Or wished you dead
And shoved
Into the abandoned incinerator
With mass of *******
Concealing you

Maybe I thought of numerous
Others and the funtimes
I could have with them
And not you

The trees shed their leaves
Sprouting with fresh leaves

You would know the thoughts
Of my heart
In time

As my actions reflect
The light and darkness
In me
Questions we have to answer

— The End —