Sticks and Stone may break my bones...
But Words will always kill me.
Darkness and the Light collide
Two voices in one mind.
Sticks and Stone may break my bones...
But Words will always kill me.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PuisiThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
