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when you told me
to keep secrets
I kept them hidden
so deep inside
that I couldn’t find them
to save my own life
and that night
the moon laughed
at my foolishness
for I was crying
over the corpse
of my self-made follies.
Guess that’s what
you made of me
not blind
not selfish
but a god
the god of the foolish
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#badbookthiefpoetry
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹
when you told me
to keep secrets
I kept them hidden
so deep inside
that I couldn’t find them
to save my own life
and that night
the moon laughed
at my foolishness
for I was crying
over the corpse
of my self-made follies.
Guess that’s what
you made of me
not blind
not selfish
but a god
the god of the foolish
🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹
#badbookthiefpoetry
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