Reaper In The Dusk.

Reaper In The Dusk.

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| Compilation of poems about depression| I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared Please don't dismiss my case. Or else, you won't be spared. The reaper is waiting for you out in the dusk Be aware or he will pierce you through like a knife through the husk NOTE- THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE SELF-HARM OF ANY SORT. IF YOU ARE IN TROUBLE, PLEASE REACH OUT TO YOUR NEAR ONES FOR HELP. CAN BE TRIGGERING. *1st Place Winner in Poetry genre in the 2022 Winter Series of the Seasonal Contest* Highest Rankings: #𝟰 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 #𝟏 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 #𝟏 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖 #𝟏 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 #𝟏 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 #𝟏 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 #1 in deepthinking #1 in thoughtsofsuicide #1 in tripping #1 in poetryporn #1 in thought-provoking #2 in darkpoetry #5 in poem
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MELANCHOLY | MAY GARNER | AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!    This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly you begin to forget I ever existed. All of me - the parts of flesh you never quite learned to love slips quietly down the drain. I am waiting for the day your fingers unscrew the pipes, dig through the mess, scrape your heart against rust, just to find me again, so we can do it all over. Here, in these pages, I find myself. In ink pressed against my flesh, I whisper the sadness, the heartache, the decay meant for all the unspoken.    A Poetry Collection by May Garner. Original poems regarding real life experiences. Cover created on Canva. 2026. Melancholy copyright © May Garner. 2026. All Rights Reserved.

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