some half-finished poems

Sunday, December 16

there's something that's inside us
and it's killed my sense of wonder
made me feel as though i've failed tonight
even when i thought i'd found the light

i see the full force of my hypocrisy
and yet i've still no remorse
forgivess flows as from a fount
from the depths of the well i'll haunt

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