21 Apr 2020

Grime

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In the darkest forest ever
My heart is buried and hidden:
To my soul it is forbidden
To find peace on Earth forever.

 

I will wander for a lifetime
Until when my days will dry out.
I only am a lousy lout
Who someday will turn into grime.

December 2014

 

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