Purge of my fate
Shyam Nair
27 May, 2013 02:46 PMMy abode a faultline, Distortion so Sublime Fates’ a joke, far beyond A fine generic poke Days’ of rue, things of past, Am a part of spell cast, Scars and burns are just a serve Food and fodder to think ahead of curve Time’s a learn a mold Cards of mine packed and sold Luck for me a lame ruse Birth itself an act of truce Hand of her to be held, Brag of success under your belt Thought’s of her Burden of blame Recitals of which remind me of sorrow and shame
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