If I grow bitterly, Like a gnarled and stunted tree, Bearing harshly of my youth Puckered fruit that sears the mouth; ... Read full text
This Poem is actually trash.
Such a sad poem. A woman choosing to live in seclusion.
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7/28/2025 12:25:14 AM # 1.0.0
This Poem is actually trash.