On the edge of a horrible precipice,
He has not loved passionately,
Because on nights like this,
It's not likely to trip her,
It's empty if you lack love,
That was his condemnation,
But also its sweetnesses.
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Poetry Collection
PoezieThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
