we were both sinners
but I was the only one crucified
I once thought we were star-crossed lovers
until one of us deliberately lied
but maybe I was the more vile sinner
in the eyes of everyone in this world
"goodness, he was only a poor man
poisoned by the spell of this whore"
drakoyne 彡
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Ivy Indigo
Poetrya short poetic story of an ivy whose roots climbed the wrong walls, and yet found home in another's house of stone.
