Lonely leaves a bitter taste,
so I crowd my head with thoughts in haste.
I'll let them echo in my brain,
in hopes that I won't go insane...
Too late..
-A.R.
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Random Rablings of a Lunatic.
ПоэзияThis is a book of very random poems, of all genres. Some are based on events and some are just sheer fun. Hope you enjoy!
