During the summer in Venice
I hold up teardrops to the sun
and watch them turn into diamonds
which I use to purchase your soul.
*Man behind the curtain: The rest of the poem has been taken down. For now? Forever? We shall see.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
