It was my fault I placed Myself Gently In his arms In that kingdom Of male privilege In his bed between us There was that
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cruel is the world that goes on cruel is life that will never stop for the fallen bodies nor the fallen souls not to mourn
All the time I had with you is what got me through this ache but now we’re pulling seconds just to see how far we
It’s a dark world, and not just at night That’s something I’ve known since childhood But I’ve always looked for hints of light Found all
There is a land I often dream of, Where white meets maroon connected by nine, Displaying turmoil and a pearl dove. I took a glance
This is a poem with a message for all. How can we beat COVID and come out on top.