rhymes of the wicked

· this terrene, so aphotic. my voice unduly too thin. will it even reach the perpetrators or will it be buried within?

i, revel in my convoluted, never particularly welcomed but occasional darkness here,

as i take path down the surly lane of the unprecedented horrors of our existence. some mine, some for more.

different povs. different stories. unheard of or just blatantly ignored?

•i want to fall in love with words again•

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melancholic as well as joyful and exuberant poetry could be found here in my secret crest of verses // all poems are written by me unless stated otherwise :)

plagiarising is bad, zont zu it

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