Not To Be Trifled With

Wed, 01/15/2014 - 17:47 -- AlexB

Thoughts, memoirs, memory

Never realized that it could be a story

Treacherous, malignant maliciousness

That is what I will never supress

I will try and I will fail

But I may find the Holy Grail

Never will I give it up

For it's pain that I drink from my cup





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