Poeple Afar
People's far away
from Your inner hatred
Tho which is spoken out
differently
Now you left one hand
claps no sound
Your curses, your hatred, and your untold distain
From the pride you prejudice
But you lost in the battle
Because people's gone
And you felt your loneliness
Your loneliness which is not mine
Which enjoying the fun
and pleasant time
poem by Babette Teeth
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