Bad luck Poems

Filled to the brim

i am the everything that is filled by nothing,
no thoughts and no dreams nor desires.
But rather the longingness of doom
my good fortune has so hatefully stowed
upon me.

Filled to the brim

i am the everything that is filled by nothing,
no thoughts and no dreams nor desires.
But rather the longingness of doom
my good fortune has so hatefully stowed
upon me.

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  Sarah Abdulla (1 poems about Bad luck)
  February 22, 2007~ Canada