My home lies within the waves engulfing me time and time again and when you ask me to come to the shore and feel the sweet light on my skin I become so scared and reluctant because all I have never been able to experience the sensation of euphoria only the detrimental malice of desolation.
-A.R.
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Inversion
PoetryBasically a collection of poems I write that will be updated as soon as my brain returns from haitus.
