Hearts broke quick heal faster.
Visions remain of alabaster.
We’ve words of few shared as friends.
Twas a sonnet undone yet seemingly ends.
~
sck052417
Day: May 24, 2017
High Crimes and Miseries
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I too have high hopes,
for this trip, whether it be;
success or gallows.
~
sck052417
rhymesalot 