The mind is poison to itself
Calling upon its weaker foes
To joy in lusts painful fires
...the while alone may seek
Not it's wrath.

Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2019-04-29 at 07:49

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chuma okafor
I am a fan of brevity in poetry. Short and powerful.