Blood of the three who lay
Across from me today
As I stood with a pulse on my neck
And they're all dead under the wreck
//Survivor's Guilt
Eririn
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Poetry Diaries 1: Nepenthe
PuisiYear 1 of Eririn's Poetry Diaries. A collection of fleeting thoughts about love and heartbreak. Eririn 2016
37. Survivor's Guilt
Blood of the three who lay
Across from me today
As I stood with a pulse on my neck
And they're all dead under the wreck
//Survivor's Guilt
Eririn
