something shiny and new
nothing like me
beneath the earth lays obsidian
an oblivion
something like me
darkness always fed me
made sure i grew
broke my heart but fixed it
covered my eyes to let me cry
let me swim in the emerald pools of my lies
the darkness never let me down
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summer and her freedom
Puisi"summer and her freedom" refers to some short poems that have been written over the span of a few years, through the good and bad nights, I could always confine in the screen staring back at me. I realised whilst writing I had always connected with...
