Category : Poems

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Deeply wound by persecution of others.
I am cut through by their accusations at hand.
Downsized in respect,i laid grown woman dignity on the line.
For condolences i should be earning 
When there was only doubt and ignorance filtered,no sense comes to the vines.

Words words fall effortlessly at the world fools.
Are thy self blind or have me fooled?
Incumbent, your sitting at my table and eat thy wine as my soul. Drink and dine my reprehensibles.

At which, you seem like you need a friend .
Hollow out by life and its needles. 
Need i say more
After you wonder why harlotes don't go for good guy?

Heaveen knows we all deserve right. 
 a wrong is where the twisted truth you crossed buddy.
On the twist, a missed has been hit.