Life’s Chore

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Life’s Chore

Son of Nothing, 
reaps splendor...

None knocks upon my door...

From Flower to floor...

Left with nothing, more...

So Sour through sore...

Simple, Sweet and so demure...

Life's little sinful chore...

Pain is life upon the pure...

-Madamchryzl-

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Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost. 🖤 Comments welcomed. 🖤

Poetry, Relationship, Sad Cajun

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