The craftiest words spill
Over and over.
No reason could ever be kept.The loss of the line
She held on for weeks.
she mourns? No.She digs, she pleads;
To earth—
Dive, spade!Irony strikes cold:
fill the void!
And humour, stand proud!Humility enters.
No one finds better comfort
Than she, who lives for the day
The bucket is filled.
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Artemis' Pensieve
Non-FictionLyrics to the hymns of my messed up mind... Or atleast something that resembles it..