A bit of poetry from my days at WCC (senior college days for moi):
bitternessisfickle
it's dark here
i like the dark
it's somewhat dold
yet again so warm
such a combination
of bitter feelings
all combined
i don't understand it
should i
i do not think so
no one asks that
not of me
that is good
i am cold
cold with a chill
yet warm
warm with spite
why do i feel this way
i should let by-gones
be simple by-gones
yet i do not
i refuse
there are some limits
these are surpassed
when love becomes
a bitter difference
this can't be sorted out
not amongst the worst
nor the best
bitterness is fickle
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