Spawned at birth
Unknown, unfamiliar A name carved in stone On heart now disengaged Spurned creature of unquenched thirst, to be loved since birth... Fatal sip from poisoned chalice Head still spinning, heart unwilling Bearing fruits of love with rotten cores Acquainted with sorrow’s son Maybe, just maybe you’ve won….
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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