(title is a work in progress heh)
Let it remain a spark and rather not a fire; lest it burn my mind,
and make trophies of its remains.
Let it fade away for beauty is dangerous;
for charm can be appalling, let us stay away.
Let the senses be devoid of agony
lest our conscience excruciate.
With attachment, comes pain only infatuated to be vain.
Alas! the pen does not remember its adversities as much as its passion.
Aware of all this torment,
I choose not to begin again.
-samjam (27.01.19)
What on earth 2018 samjam went thru to write this god knows but present day samjam is in a state of severe writers block that"s fosho. Pretty much why I'm posting past poetry.
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