It came to pass A while after there was a lass The damsel grew a sass Now ‘we’ is dead. Alas! It came to pass,her eyes, soft hazel. Mouth, egg bagel. Lips, faded chuckle. Brakes, back paddle. It came to pass, the past crawled into the future. The mistakes are yesterday’s, tomorrow’s is the torture. […]
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