Stabbed below the conscious levels I writhe not, but succumb to snubbed solitudes The full moon nights and whispering magic lights ... Read full text
I ripple not, but just die within emaciated, scrapped, killed by the drowning emptiness a sense of drifting pervades this poem! great write.
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I ripple not, but just die within emaciated, scrapped, killed by the drowning emptiness a sense of drifting pervades this poem! great write.