Where was your heart, when you left me marked? where do I do when I only hear refuge from deep within, while you are bringing on more sins. My heart, Oh, my heart has been ripped apart, and you call this your finest of art.
-Judy Emery © 1998 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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DARKEN MEMORIES
FantasyThis book of poems makes a story, about life's pain that became darken dreams.
