In Cynical Sorrow
Diminish decay torrid in bane, finish this
horrid image astray.
My sequel pain is unique, in vain I’m not
what these people think.
Although visible In Cynical Sorrow, I still
feel miserable tomorrow.
Copyright © Roger Byrd | Year Posted 2022
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