Dead Ends
I pray to the god of everlasting remorse.
I rip out my heart to throw on the altar of dead ends.
May I be delivered from the sinful haters,
To re-establish ties with my benevolent friends.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2025
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