Shred that grieving heart,
stay as one adhesive part,
don't be scattered apart,
winds of detriment speed from afar,
shield once prominent scars,
they are not luminous for when extant of the stars,
take upon masterly arms,
stretched abounded alar.
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Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoesíaA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
