Strangest ThingsA Poem by FaeryQueenon the spotI am as I will never be But the stench of profound purity Is overwhelming And I am tempted By whom I was once before Someday When the cue comes to close the curtains I will stand before myself And see as I have never seen before No one recognizes me And they will not ever Because I have stained My soul With the tattered remains of my broken soul I have succumbed to live with © 2015 FaeryQueen |
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Added on December 31, 2015 Last Updated on December 31, 2015 Author
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