something i've done
pained me for long
when i figured
it was just me all along
who was in the game
when i thought it was us
i continued to play
but you left with a bus
ought to go somewhere
only your heart does know
and when it's a dead end
you fainted in sorrow
then conjured a montage
of things we should be
it's late when it sparked—
you shouldn't have left me
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Fools
PoetryA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
