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Sometimes, they don't just throw tomatoes at you. They would just bathe you in their blood-stained plethora of words.
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Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
lxxv. Tomatoes
|071818|
Sometimes, they don't just throw tomatoes at you. They would just bathe you in their blood-stained plethora of words.
