So, I like poetry… but when I signed up for this website, I didn't believe you guys would only know how to express melancholy and disdain for your own existence. like yall dont even try to hide the fact that your eyes lack luster for life. some of you disgust me. get right.
Here this morning though I pay homage to this entity I’ve loved and labored over, wonder to myself what chance or circumstance put that sticker in a hand that approached this can. Did it have siblings? Was it trash to be discarded, a burden to its owner to keep crisp and carry?
HDere the earth has made an https://t.co/ZILOEAEngK not say of any city:
the cistern filled to the lip.
The gate newly hung upon its hinges, the crowded market,
Aherefore do not trust the white tower at noon,
t fullness, the moon has already undertaken its departure.