Oh, creature of habit!
What have we here?
A satanic angel with the eyes of a deer!
Doe, you might, have it at thee;
Thou cruelsome heartbeat that deafens a tree.
Up you go. Up you grow.
Up, you set, a never-ending show.
Applause be on command, never gifted.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesía"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
