Midnight lit convenience store
Tarot cards laid on the floor
Mary thinks that she’s a mystic
A softly spoken, sweet sadistic
Painful truth regenerate
And show me what will be my fate
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Resting Place
PoetryA collection of poems that is more experimental and practice stuff than anything. I'll test out different forms and subjects, have a little fun with it. It'll be ongoing until I get bored with the idea of it. I'd like to hear what you think! Tell me...
