The Outcast Poem by Wangchat konyak

The Outcast

Rating: 5.0


I am a deserted book,
Do not touch, do not flip,
Let me be where I am;
To dark I belong,
To quietness I prefer.
My past is concealed
Let it be unknown.
If you unearth, I warn
You will see demon's.

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