crookedA Poem by kurdapiafulthere's one thing I have in mind,
that have always makes me sighed, why does the world never so kind? that it let my heart bled until it died. . . never had the chance to unwind, happenings agreed to coincide, so much pain in soul had already signed, but still truth had left denied. . . or is it me that is too blind? that's why I never got tired? © 2011 kurdapiafulFeatured Review
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