Sewing hatred seam by seam
And to myself it seems to teem
By another soul it is not
For I have no enemy to be sought
Sewing hatred seam by seam
Myself the target and myself the సృష్టికర్త
For there us no one I hate
Except for myself
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Shades of Grey - a Specific, Separate Story for Something
PoetryPoems. Literally poems. Don't question the title. Honestly, I don't even know anymore. It's 11:55 p.m., I don't know what I'm doing. Okay, a sensible description! Let's go! I enjoy poetry, so here's a book of it! This is pretty much a subcategory o...
