You were acid in my throat,
Poison to my brain,
And the dark clouds to my pale blue sky.
You declared me dead when I was still alive.
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RANCOR.
PoetryWords are often easier written on paper, because paper can't silence ink. |collection of short poems.|
I was still alive.
You were acid in my throat,
Poison to my brain,
And the dark clouds to my pale blue sky.
You declared me dead when I was still alive.
