And here I lay.
Drained. Void of any energy.
And there you lay.
Is it coming through, sweet thing?
This blue, cascading energy,
That flows from my hands in pulses...
Has it reached you in time?
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Random Poetry
PoetryPREVIOUSLY TITLED "WOLF POETRY". Come, indulge in these poems I have written. They come from the heart.
