2024-04-07 at 3:29 PM UTC
I call this poem
'hey wariat'
In shadows deep, where dreams do softly tread,
There lies a figure, lost in quiet gloom,
A wariat whose heart is pure and true,
Yet destined for a fate of endless dread.
A child lover, with innocence in his eyes,
He longs for joy that always seems restrained,
In seeking love, his efforts all in vain,
For success eludes him 'neath melancholy skies.
With tender hands, he nurtures hopes and dreams,
But they slip away like sand through fingers frail,
A heart that beats with love, yet never prevails,
In a world where happiness rarely gleams.
Oh wariat, with gentle soul so kind,
May your spirit soar, though success you'll never find.
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2024-04-07 at 4:20 PM UTC
Iron Ree
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The following users say it would be alright if the author of this
post didn't die in a fire!
2024-04-08 at 3:52 PM UTC
Iron Ree
African Astronaut
[my flyspeck near-blind refund]
She got a 15 inch teeth gape
