Wrecked and anxious
You await the cry
That will never come
For I have no voice
Left to give to you
(g.b.)
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Puzzles From A Mind's Perspective
Poetry//A short book of short poems written by a mind just short of being sane// or the one where the titles might as well be considered poems. I apologize in advance for any offensive content. Also, some of the content may be triggering.
