Moments passing in front of me
I try and grasp
yet for my boundless hands
are left to clash
What little is left
but memories of the past
That Strikes the egos made of glass
Yet in truth these lacerations were made to last
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To Whom It May Concern Volume 2
PoetryThe second volume to 'Whom it May Concern' Not for the feint of heart reader; a much more darker version and much deeper look into my headspace. Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it
