Feet like rotten wood.
I carry termites to my grave.
Dear Rain, bathe me.
Wash my sins off.
Lighting, pierce through my eyes
Take away my sight.
Give me vision.
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PoetryA collection of cliche poems illustrating the struggles of a dramatic teenager accompanied by average photography.
Regret
Feet like rotten wood.
I carry termites to my grave.
Dear Rain, bathe me.
Wash my sins off.
Lighting, pierce through my eyes
Take away my sight.
Give me vision.