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Stained

The silence in between the verses sing Of melody Stained in the blood of a poet. Covered in an ice cold white robe The poet seduces the greedy world Into […]
Stained

My Poems

My poems are badThey are loosely written and follow no norm,My poems are syntheticThey are forced to jargon and made to rhyme,My poems are void of sensesThey narrate of spring […]
My Poems