


Dark Poetry
My Loss
By Morgan
Beautyful and accpted
Deemed and collected
Snorted and blown lost and yet known
A bloodbath of terror ended in distray how did I let you get away
I wish I hadn't done that murderd the worthlessness
That pleged you inside..I held your throught
So pure but hey it was always the cure..
~End~

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