The Modest Idiot Poem by bHabiE sHarK
The Modest Idiot
as one my bond, entitled to thee,
such love thine gave so much to be...
mine side not more, than one piece of bread,
to be your love's successor of attention, I'd rather shed...
worthiness alone of your's, unscaled...
mine so dwindled as the pulp of the dead...
not enough I'm afraid, to be a compensation of your
standards...
but what the heck! , just pick one from all of these cards...
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