Search inside my brain for the scars buried deep within. For the words in my mouth stuck in there prison
For all the times I couldn't win. Look for me between their depths in the corners near the quiet death of a soul that lost its way home. Find me there amongst the rubble.
-AlR
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Poems and excerpts from books I probably won't write.
PoetryThese are poems and excerpts from books I probably won't right. All of them belong to me. If you steal them I will sue you.
