His curse.
The scent of lamp oil.
Lacking the praise of a Golden Grecian God,
a weak chin.
Wanting the worship,
undue to him.
Eating away at his heart.
A scorpion that tails stings itself.
His curse, his end
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About Me
- mockergirl
- Experimentations with blogging. *My hedge fund is in my closet mostly in purse form. *I lack fine motor skills. *I'm ready to leave the Twin Ports for the 3rd time. *My water bottle is pink.
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