MovingA Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562
The keen rush to the races
But to where? All directions, everywhere. If it spills, there is no recovering Too late, it all needs to go. Bitterness Well it's your own fault for not doing things on time © 2026 Sad Unc Days 3562 |
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Added on January 3, 2026 Last Updated on January 3, 2026 AuthorSad Unc Days 3562AboutFinally cracked, and the pain is spilling forth is this a good thing? more.. |
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