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An anthology on bad verses. (Poetry #1 - 27.6.2016)
look into the mirror of that dark sleep of mine the enchanted circle of death-absorbing words sow the sounds that love they are what they are tomorrow in the womb of slumbering waters I remember
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
❝mr. saturn grinned as the girl from andromeda wept, lamenting the loss of her galaxy.❞ [beautiful cover by clubstatic.]
mother war, please let us be poor; selfish for love, and boyish for porn. [Poetry #43] [2015-16]
jus cant shake u