Strange, the nothingness I wander.
Heart is like the echo of thunder.
brave, like a lion taking it's last stand.
But I could still use a helping hand.
Looking with those aurora borealis eyes.
Breathing those desert windstorm sighs.
The catastrophe of being a work of art.
The entire earth is just falling apart.
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Impaired Innocence
PoesíaOld poems I wrote when I was young about the problems I had growing up.
