People keep on disappearing,
And I can't help overhearing.
About a place beyond our world,
As around the knife my hand curled.
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Blurbs
PoetryThey might seem like random words thrown together, and I don't even know what to call them but welcome to my book of blurbs.
VIII
People keep on disappearing,
And I can't help overhearing.
About a place beyond our world,
As around the knife my hand curled.
