Wednesday, June 22, 2022
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I Think Often on Your Words
I think often on your words. The ones that linger in the air and coexists amongst the breathable air, but still leaves a bitter taste. A tas...
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Black hollow eyes of doom, Staring down the throat of the beast, Death approaches closer, The monster eager to engulf his feast. My mind no...
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Warm, salty tears, Oozed from their sockets. Wiped from my face, And gathered in my pockets. These tears become ink, Collected for my pen,...
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