hell, i'd like to keep it that way
then he'd sing like starlight in the rain
one, several times to be exact
but of one count he deserves just
and saw his weep down a little tear
for deep the laugh of tearful cry
he keeps that way and kisses the wings
since the broken eye had a bloody wasp
certainly the anger of hidden emotion
one looks at you like twilight at dawn
reveal the mask of unknown truth
yet crawls like none feet worm.
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Wandering Through Poetry
PoetryPoetry because the essence of our life depends on it. note: these are actually the poems i accumulated for the past 3 years.
