of course
of course the one reminder
i have of a happy childhood
is bloodstained
of course
of course the blue ribbon on my wall
only reminds me of the tears
and the humiliation
where did all of the happy memories go?
i can't find them among the pictures
and they're not buried
in the souvenirs
i guess i'm just left with
a bitter taste in my mouth
and guilt-stained teeth
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Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
