BloodA Poem by But,itis,theend
I am in the limbo of civilized despair
Torn between nothing While most souls See a distinct line Of whatever they believe and The dangerous other I should not lie There is a line But not an other Do we not all care for someone An other It changes nothing, your belief In your own Your property The intimacy for the immediate Blood Is the same blood in us all © 2020 But,itis,theend |
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