Highs Drift To Lows And
Blues To Reds To Blacks;
Though Pathetic
And Winsome Melodies Blossom
From Wretched Acrimony,
Maybe Dreams Are For
The Damned.
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Why (and other poems)
Poesía✽You wonder If you were just Too oblivious, Or too naive.✽ A collection of poems I write on occasion ~
