Of all the times I cursed your name
The last time was the worstOf all the years, it was in vain
A senseless chant,
A call mistaken,
A little too late at mostOf all the places I wished you'd be
It was home I know you'd come to greetI cursed your name
And I cursed your lips
Wishing the hell you've built
would grant you peace or the slightest guilt
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!