Lesson 44
Mere mortal men commit their sinbut goddesses are who’re infected.
How many, I’ve known, lovely women
suffer due the lowest men, defective.
Such is the curse that man has wrought.
Such is the land on which we walk.
Sad are the times, and nothing what
can be said can ever be said enough.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-18 at 05:31
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