Open up just once,
And I'd have left thence,
Can't learn the news,
Sans a true source.
I see some of it in your face,
That thing you hide with vice,
You were a book, God bless!
I'm just a chapter with class.
I don't wanna share this mess,
Unless I've got my share, miss!
Call me naive, yes,
And yes, love me less.
You say this is selfishness,
I'm sorry, I can't progress.
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Merry holiday spirits, folks!
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
