Silver Slytherin
Some joker cards recapitulates
Venomous scripts was written
Sure, it bites me, it haunts me
Vivaciously taken slowly, all of me
Unwanted marks through my sacred art
Wrenching me, making me thirsty
Making me feel greedy, sorry not sorry
Knowing that quivering is not my serenity
I'm truly nevermore; nor somebody's insanity
Who would have thought easily?
That silver slytherin is actually a barbaric burgundy?
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PoetryTo all my co-poetophile, Hi! This is my third poetry book, this is already a journey. Wow. I would like to thank all the readers for supporting my works, my arts. Muchas Gracias! This book contains on-the-spot free verse poems that would properly se...
