We are all Pluto's, executed for our lack of existence.
Making sure to stay Anon, our lives tragedy is the only thing no one cares about. Going to lectures, looking for liege's could that be Pluto's curse.
"Anon, Anon, long live Anon."
"Who says this out of mockery."
"Some are just meant to be Anon."
Pluto's cursed me, for if I was to admire it. It won't admire me, what place had feeling. Sure I float in my own orbital. But I swear I am known for being...
"Anon, come Pluto's curse. Anon calls all unknown Pluto's."
"Pluto is to be burnt, my liege"
"Take it to the dungeon, he has no use for me now. Make sure he dies Anon."
Pluto's curse will kill us all, death is not a friend to wait for. Loneliness is a game, none plays with. It refuse to be Pluto's curse.
"All are to be known once, but die Anon"
"You are to be known as Anon, but die once. Pluto cursed you, now make more Anons. If thy is to be ever known."
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Kissed By The Unknown
RomanceA series of poems I wrote, from bullying, to mostly romance, to friendship, and to mysteries. It might be bad so bare with me. Mostly based on personal experiences.
