11 PM

11 PM

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Yeah, I'm kind of sad. But this was written quite a while ago. Just forgot to upload it.

Faded moments caught upon paper

Fleeting everlasting, they know no shaper.

Never copied, always similar.

The bleak's conditioner...

Sneaky, sticky, frivolous, always creepy

Moving ever so freely.

 

Here I trap them

Myself, I condemn.

No wish to harbour heresy.

My sorrow-filled tendency/


Submitted: April 04, 2020

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Poetry poem

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