Of all the times
I cursed your name
The last time was the worst
Of all the years
it was in vain
A senseless chant
A call mistaken
Of all the places
I wished you'd be
It was home I know
you'd come to greet
I cursed your name
And cursed your lips
Wishing the hell you've built would grant you peace
Or the slightest guilt
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
