"I blend within the tarnished wings, hoping that they find my things.
Burnt to crisped I claim the way, why predict that I must lay.
Loathe and dread escapes the binds, grasp on to I cannot find.
Drips of remorse I shall for see, I know for now I cannot be.
Dare for sake the layered bile, enough they traced upon the tile.
Please climb above your plastered treason, for we know this is for a good reason."
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Shattered
Puisi"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
