Its a simple flash of light the blocks my sight,
It burns so wild like it thorn me up,
It eats me up like i should never escape,
Who swollen the demon's head?,
Please, noooooo!
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A Grateful Poetry (UNDER EDITING)
Poetrya poetry made after laughter Announcement: This book is under editing, To have a better experience from reading this, I wanted to edit some parts of it with Grammatical Errors, Typographical Errors, Lame Structures of poetry, The One word poetry th...
