tell the world about it's being
there's the tale that I
must tell the one to
whom it must truly abide
it is precious, it is grand
it will rot all human stands
Come what may to destroy
it willn't stop till he comes, no
my tale is done but not finished
emoc ot elur ym erom reve
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
