The devil is in your smile
As you look at another
With your chilling azure gazeThe devil is in your words never said
As your back turns on me
Holding no regard for meThe devil is in the ache in my wrist
As it scratches at my veins
Yearning for a breathe of the crisp winter air
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Threads of Reality [ poetry | prose ]
PoesíaThreads of thought, interwoven to visualise a less than picturesque reality. Or alternatively, some really deep thoughts from my moments of peak societal angst. Formerly titled "The Anti-Fanfic" Highlights: great IG captions, plus a way to get rid...