Going Away
Late
Sad fate
By this gate
Mind
Now finds
Loss so blind
Spill
Mad fill
In last chill
Thought
Funds lot
In sad spot
Strain
This gain
Of new pain
Fit
Sad wit
Just this bit
Gloss
Not loss
Marks this cross
Slay
Harsh way
In mad play
Face
Odd trace
In this space
Leon Enriquez
01 April 2020
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2020
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