She swam through currents of thick red
While visions of serenity flowed in my head-
Calming, soothing, needle-wed.
Fields of poppy and clover they grow
Upon high rooftops I've walked and know-
But a calmer place would be the ground below.
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Sepulchral Lullabies
PoetryA work in progress of a collection of my poems about hate, love, drugs and disorders. Hope you enjoy<3
