And I am afraid,
If I spill all this Rage,
Out all over the floor,
This world will Decay,
But my pain would remain,
Along with all these closed doors.
-D.O.
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Through Weathered Eyes
PoésieThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
