congrats, man
you've reached a severed land,
full of spite and malice,
you really judge my words as callous?
undo this nuisance,
because really, that's what you are,
an annoyance that's been nurtured,
tortured,
angered by life's misery.
you've tossed me around
just as before,
now it's my turn,
to toy, woo, torment you
just as you did before.













Comments
I really like the way you arranged this poem.
It just flows.
^^
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Trust No One.
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