Cursed
I'm a lonesome girl,
Longing for your loss.
If you're looking for me,
You'll find me in a hammock made from your grief,
and covered from the sorrow you've cast upon my shadow.
The words you'd thrown upon my body when it's totally in wretched.
are only means to an end.
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Jo Ji | Year Posted 2016
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