Inferno - Poem by andrea crane
the heat i had
the coldness he gave
once so filled with love
now filled with shame
i live in a world
some people call home
if only that were true
i cant believe it now.
i had friends like everyone else
the man took that privilege as his hand.
once what was filled with warmth
is now filled with ice
my life is a inferno, all filled with lies.
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