The heart is a bastard
Playing games
Making me crave
For a past untamed
Knowing that those days
Are better off far away
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Open Letters To Closed Doors
PoetryA selection of poems from my first three collections with new ones thrown in...
Feral Heart
The heart is a bastard
Playing games
Making me crave
For a past untamed
Knowing that those days
Are better off far away
