Poems by ThugPoet

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  • My tears are the tools I'm left with,
    My soul fades as I bleed every word...

  • It was the first time I had ever seen beauty,
    in the trees, the sky, the day, the night, the...

  • As I think of the intimate moments we shared, my...
    it was odd to me, I never feared death... not the...