a virgin smell
in a wedding dress
after death
in high distresshow I laughed
in his face
spent life times reading
didn't ever understandoh the logical
oh the skeptical
pretty names
just emotionalart is nothing
without its paint
god does not need
you so called sainttelling and yelling
thinking me dwelling
a prisoner who doesn't know
for what he is serving
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.