Unnecessarily difficult, this is the the way you prefer, it has some form of allure, this I'm not sure... regardless of this mere fact, I sit her in this dilapidated setting; waiting for the hands of heaven to free me. Hoping for something to save me. Some strange form of beauty this is; what does it possess? like a ghost it's transparent but you can still feel it- only with your eyes, causing goosebumps as it arrives.
-This is death of ourselves, long gone before our physical deterioration, until we, our ourselves meet our long last creator.
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Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA compilation of all my favorite poems and short stories I've written. ▪️Please give credit where credit is due. ▪️ ▪️These stories are written by me, and any similarity to any other story or poem is merely coincidental. ▪️ ➿I would truly love any s...
