Innocent isolation
Yet guilty union.
Together we are menace
Picking at scabs that
can never heal.
Looking into the fogy glassy eye
In which creates utter pandemonium
In which My lips vocalize yes.
My mind shrieks No.
Going into another dance of destruction.
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150 things I never said
PoetryA book of poetry as the title 152 things i never said to a friend or a stranger @Wishing_Angel made the cover. It's beautiful
