[02-2023]
A seed, unplanted.
Scorned to never bare one fruit,
Stool still and wilted.
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A Collection of One Liners and Poems for the Girl Who Stole My Heart
Poesia"On this day of March 21st, I swear that I will confess after I have written my 100th entry." Will I ever be able to honor this oath? (05-01-2023: it was fun while it lasted) Published 05/01/2023
Entry 1
[02-2023]
A seed, unplanted.
Scorned to never bare one fruit,
Stool still and wilted.
