Aug 2020
I am overcome with guilt and desecrated romance
on my very hands.
Tragedy it be;
are that's what
poets are made
of -
reminiscing smithereens
these lost shreds of
time-filled regret
on my very hands.
Tragedy it be;
are that's what
poets are made
of -
reminiscing smithereens
these lost shreds of
time-filled regret
(22/M/Singapore)
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