and so rid me of thine air of pestilence
I crave no warmth from thine bosom
and seek refuge in mine chamber alone
I do not mourn this loss for I had yet to desire it
and with these lines I say farewell to a love I had not loved
Poetry from the past and present
Poetry is not my forte, and I find most poetry to be sad or reflective of a teenage depressive state, but I have shared my rather crappy and depressive poetry to show my progression from sad and weird teen angst to sad
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