Dear Sister
So I said "Dear sister, what ails your mind?"
In return she screamed with heavenly divine "The fires and screams Of a world of dreams Built on bones Of heartless machines Gives pause to my calm So worry pours on Keeping all that I care for Suddenly gone." Leave a tip for this poet? RunWrite has chosen to ask for tips. Any donation is made directly to this poet, and is greatly appreciated.![]()
A ridiculous write screamed with heavenly divine.
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