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Scarlet Massacre
Hand me to the laid graves, lie beside me till I reach to the closure, throw behind the leftovers of the moments, the wondered melodies...
Activated Passive Realizations
False hopes, smile sorries, no sorry figures, you raise the toast and the journey begins, cradling your way down to the time, we...
Chapter 3 - Realization
Bring down the mountain of the unrealistic dream, the sooner you realize the lesser you scream Pipeline the burning enigmatic rage within...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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