it did not feel like a revolution
it did not feel like change
but
throat-sore and excited
the people screamed
it was not a tidal wave
it was not a work of art
three's a crowd
but ten thousand is a race
about to be swallowed whole
- and i was just there
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Storm Scars
PoetryVolume 01: i'm sorry you'll never read this you deserve to hear the truth you tried to lock up in me "honesty is a virtue" here's my holy sin lies folded in fairy tales you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you? - once upon a time, no fairy tale ende...
