And so I wonder, with each passing hour,
How could something so ferocious, be as delicate as a flower?
How could something so monstrous, be so kind?
How could a creature, surely from hell, be so heavenly.
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PoetryA collection of poems, and random thoughts of mine. Won't be updated regularly, will contain mature subject matter. Give it a look if you like. ☆☆☆☆☆☆ I see you there, Smiling, Weaving beautiful tapestries with your words. They hang on to every word...
