Vianka Polis

Rookie - 159 Points (July 24,1998 / Michigan)

Torment

All this agony I fetched amongst myself 

No fingers to situate for my poor health

My gashes a commodity so slight

The man who belabored promised “I won’t bite”

Love befell all that I sought

My parents’ adoration was never a thought

I had only an oblivion in order to be beat

I always regarded myself to never reach any feet

I smoked until I commemorated nothing

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