Words Left Unsaid
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Last published Sun, Jul 19, 2020
My pen burns with passion. My mind is filled with an insatiable hunger for ideas and thoughts. I'm waging wars to ease the burning ache of words trapped within my throat. In the end, I picked my pen and wrote a prose.
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D R O W N
we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.Complete
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Eventually I write I make small things big things I crush myself to be inspired I weep over nonsensical things I try to uncomplicate thoughts but I can't Welcome to my world of ludicrous regalia With a lot of endless questions flooding you These are the Lost Titles and Forgotten Rhymes ⓒ a.i.s ➋0➀❹Complete
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we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.
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