Again, these moments haunt me
A solemn smell of weedy sin
Smoking with forgiveness, and petulance.
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Again, these moments haunt me A solemn smell of weedy sin Smoking with forgiveness, and petulance. It grows like mushrooms in me IT COMES and GOES Eerie and haunting! Superbly written! 5 Stars Ful on TOP!
But, all is forgotten. I'm stuck in a limbo of conscience. Another de-ja-vu.So happy to read these concluding lines in the last. Excellent poem well captured. I have enjoyed reading this poem full of melancholy but presented in brilliance! part