This is a work of junk. Everything that you can read here is garbage. Mediocrity at its finest.
But it's still a form of art, since art is expression. Afterall, poetry is not bound to be understood. Poetry is bound to be felt.
As we grow, we get better. Guess, these are just my baby steps of a writer. Again, I warned you. This is purely trash.
-Gwynn
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The Passionate Corpse
PoetryCorpses are gross, dirty and foul-smelling. At times, they're scary to look at. But curiousity enthralls upon something unpleasant. Amidst the ugliness, it satisfies the dark part of our soul-not meant to be human. Something about it is unnatural...
