my mother
held me in her arms
and taught me
how to hate
but i turned away
from her
and learned how
to love
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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...
• psalms without palms •
my mother
held me in her arms
and taught me
how to hate
but i turned away
from her
and learned how
to love
