What is life

without purity?

All she ever feels

Is pain and irony

 

Circled by mistakes,

like a death sentence.

Her mind is cursed

by a mortifying presence

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 This poem is basically sums up January.

Painting: Unknown Artist

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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