In the horrors of my mind,
I could touch my deepest fears.
Hot steam blows on my skin;
I'd be writing terrors here.
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Wanderings: Life And Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems about life, love, and all the complexity that surrounds them. These works are unedited.
Tales
In the horrors of my mind,
I could touch my deepest fears.
Hot steam blows on my skin;
I'd be writing terrors here.
