I don’t wish to write many.
But, just a few…
the ones that are truer not better.
the ones that are more of I,
the ones that are short and yet full.
Perhaps I will write some in this life
else, I will carry them all in my coffin.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
I don’t wish to write many.
But, just a few…
the ones that are truer not better.
the ones that are more of I,
the ones that are short and yet full.
Perhaps I will write some in this life
else, I will carry them all in my coffin.
poem, confession
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