Bloody Awful Poetry
Copyright© 2024 by A funny bowl of custard
Chapter 18
A glimpse of ages past
Weighing so heavily
I recognize you’re still the same
While I hide in the change
You so long ago started
A dozen years maybe more
Have flowed in through the creeks
Unrecognizable I am at last
The way your hate flowed into me
As you called me by his name
I thought at the time I could rearrange
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