Last Wave to youA Poem by 7's
Think of a toy of mine, which I never had.
Think of an abettor, who never existed. Part of me is blaming me for missing you For missing falling against falling ad nauseam. You were the one I adore, against everyone You make me what I became after that, Boosted, but crouching, searching you in upstream. All journey, all arrogance, you took away from me. I tried to get it back but now I want to Give it all to someone who can have it Not becoming what I got again. God brought nymphs of beings to me. And now I am adjoining them all, To justice to final stop of all. © 2019 7'sFeatured Review
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