Do you know Gore?
What it was before.
Before it was
Just a pile of red
Sitting at my door
Inside a box
Carefully hidden
Behind some bushes
And a pile of old books.
It smells horrible
And stands with all
Sticking with me
Forever until I am
What it is now.
Just a pile of gore.
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Poesía"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
