Poems by hurt left virtue

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  • Despair weeping moments, embrace anguished, for...
    like a ebony dream, never deeming about the good...

  • Glisten my dark martyr
    cry my catafalque seraph...

  • Words that mean something
    Tides that are high...

  • Tragic sleeps with one eyed open,
    I beckon Lama to come out...

  • Your splendor is a favor to me
    Your beauty brings wounder to me...