“Month
One Day Six”
I
cannot say for you,
But
it makes me sick.
Just
thinking of,
Month
one day six.
I
am still struggling,
To
find some sort of fix.
We,
all of us did not pay the boatman,
On
the River Styx.
You
horrendously wretched,
Left
over,
Hounded
over soulless,
Pile
if sticks.
Oh
no,
We
all did not give you the coins,
To
cross The River Styx.
Danny
Gunter
Unbreakable
Dg
1-15-21
11:59
pm
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