tragedies are the voices
of the buried past. never
has a misfortune occurred
except that lying underneath it
were pieces of truth
stuffed in the cold, compressed
earth. and thou shall reap
what you sow. bury a truth
and it shall ruin you with
time.
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Poetry"every person has a mind and every mind has a little poison to offer." ©️ adropofhumanity 2021