These blind witnesses are deaf to the crimes committed in the heart of their home. Amongst their limbs lies blood, the floor around them rests remains, amongst the cold cold air there is the smell of clandestine chaos and all the while they remain silent. Still they quietly die daily with the secrets they hold.
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Shatterproof
PoetryA small compilation of deep poetry and witty words of wisdom. This mix is understandable and relatable to an array of life scenarios.
