Wolfborn

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reads 285
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Delen 12
Tijd 8m

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There's a certain art in sadness, how it perverts the words and turn them to their purest form 

This is a collection of my poems that were created in the image of that form.Alle rechten voorbehouden

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I often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.

"Your kisses taste like 'I love yous' But Your 'I love yous' are all lies; " "For love, for death and for the fear of losing what we had, we ruined our kindness in the most unloving way. Each night, before laying your head in my arms you whispered rusty tales of gentle kisses and hard punches on our bathroom wall. Now, I feel you on my torn sheet that sings me your lost songs." "It has been crazy, dodging away your poems that bleeds colourless paint. But how can I recite them to my heart that relapses on your words like snorting cocaine." ▪ POEMS ▪ SHORT STORIES ▪ ARTICLES Ranked #22 in Poetry!

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

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