I promised
Jesus I would not
kill my mind
— but his touch
such a sweet
that I dared lie
(forgive me)
Apollyon,
The Destroyer/
rose from
my (minds) grave/
my third eye opened
thus I was saved
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a poet's lonely dreams
Poesíaan exploration of the human spirit through intellectual odyssey and experimentation. "a poet's lonely dreams" is the perfect collection of cerebral, thought-provoking, and futurist poetry! in lieu of recent tragedies, a corrupt soul learns to identi...
