As the poisonous coughs and splutters
Of the dull grey car hector
The whistling wind, I watch
The Evil Nymph
In Nature's stolen Garden,
Making the flowers parley
And bend to her threatening will.
Once a powerful burning inferno
In the sky. Now a slowly quenching flame,
Dying away with the rest of the world,
And it's all our fault.
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Catharsis
PoesiaA small book full of shitty poems that I wrote that express how I felt in a certain moment in time. Most of them are shit and quite depressing.
