No one heard her screams until they stopped
Then all jumped in to save.
As if inviting them for tea,
She led them to their watery grave.
But if it was for tea they went,
They drank and drank and drank
And drank and drank and drank.
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Withering Ties ✔
Poetry"Being disillusioned is realizing that the boy you changed your religion for did not love his god as much as you thought...and he'll never love you either." A writer is not only characterized by their bestselling novel. A writer is somebody who drea...
