if the odds
were ever in our favour,
there would be
no need
of God
and of praying with fervour
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Fatuous Poems
PoetryA bunch of really senseless, terribly pointless poems written for ephemeral pleasures of putting words out there. Somewhat short and shorter poems, wannabe-haikus, randomly scribbled thoughts found inside.
✧ odds ✧
if the odds
were ever in our favour,
there would be
no need
of God
and of praying with fervour
