D R O W N
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  • مقروء 2,607
  • صوت 374
  • أجزاء 46
  • الوقت 57m
إكمال، تم نشرها في سبتـ ١١, ٢٠١٦
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

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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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