I filled your cracks with all I had
'Til I was empty and cold
Unaware of the foolishness
Of mending plastic with gold
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
Plastic and Gold
I filled your cracks with all I had
'Til I was empty and cold
Unaware of the foolishness
Of mending plastic with gold