You've become everything I dislike,
leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
It's strange and underground,
which you tried to downplay.
You were not interested at all.
Why?
I only feel regret
for listening to airy-fairy things,
an allegory
of a fruitless story.
They now symbolize a man
who only sought glory.
He tried to appear good to others,
but inside he was rotten,
like thousands of apples
forgotten and brown,
not good for us now.
I wrote a book about it.
It includes other creatures of this land,
not grasping basic truths.
These truths will lead us
to the shallow grave one day.
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Though I'm pretty sure I know who this is about, it still feels awfully close to home for me. I fear I am no better, though I truly do wish to try. Blessings, my friend.
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