The eyes saw it all;
that tongue relayed it wrong.
'Tis truly the worst
when kindness becomes the sharpest sword.
But dear, oh dear.
You shan't say A
if 'tis a clear B.
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Moonlit
PoetryThese are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl. *PTY | 20 [03.08.17]
