Life’s Chore

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

Photo By: Meg Graves

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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