Amidst his mind
only poetry he thought of,
Untamed,
Though the festering brutality,
And the seething fire,
the sweet words calloused his heart.
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#poetry is a natural medicine.
Like the seven colors of the spectrum
It represses all backgrounds regardless.
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THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
