Let the stippled liquid pace gingerly upon canvas,
see it causes no such fuss,
let loose abounding holes a voice of lesion –
Holes get blatantly covered,
no differentiations of a true sufferer –
You enlighten me to whom they are....
And I'll insist no amount of measure can describe hidden scars.
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Grim-filled Lullabies
PoetryThis particular poetry collection will feature more darker, moodier elements than my other collections. Since I have a rather potent darker side - I have to get it out in some form or another. Copyright © 2016-2019 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Rese...