Walking in the
Shadows
Just darkness
In this inky black night
Hear the sirens roar
But criminals are still out, though
Justice is never more
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Naive
PoetryWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
