Stories by duke99
Lonely
I'm always on the road traveling a lot becomes lonely sometimes
Humanity
This poem is about us waiting for it to be too late. Why must someone be in need for you to be a humanitarian...
Inner me
ANNIHILATE THE FIGURATIVE PERSONA.
AS A BLEEDING HEART BLEEDS.
ENTRAP THE EMBODIED, RECYLCED ME!
I AM FULL OF...
