No one mourns the wicked
Yet they stand famed among the masses.
Decorated with infamy
Their tragic tales of woe.
No one mourns the wicked,
Though they be best remembered of all.
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A Book Of Rhyme, Rhythm, And Time
RandomThis book is a collection of loosely organized ramblings - they resemble poems, but aren't structured to be poetry. Raw emotions from the thoughts and life experiences that afflict an average girl's everyday life, these are unfiltered, and as authen...
