I can't erase the
raised by women alone stain...
I travel all the woods,
I sleep in every burrow...
I saw the road behind me
fold into the setting sun...
There once was a witch, who awoke every day, the...
And the first object she laid her eyes on was the...
My soul is so tempered and tamed
in that temple of a little bloom...
I've been told
My poetry doesn't make a lick of sense...
Silence enfolded my heart
as your mysterious request for forgiveness...
Make your lies and make them plenty
Waltz around the room like you're so connoisseur...
C: Creative world i have
O: Oppressed inside my head...
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i don't think the soul lives in our eyes...
You are incurable
because...
The image of a lighthouse in an eerie peace
of blue water looking cold even when it's warm...