Poems that hopefully cures my stifled perception. Short stories evoked by strong waves of thought and empathy. Provides the perfect abstract of thoughts, regardless of how displeasing they are.
Amaranth, an archive and poetry.
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and when a clear mind won't navigate blades randomly swift and call it checkmate and when I'll let the river flow my corrupted rate gracious brilliant, who'll investigate?
and a piano underneath the afternoon light seems to glum looking for the finger who played while holding the rum melodies were hummed as sweet as plum underneath its cords was a broken bum
no one would devote and subdue defamed thee and call it untrue wasted tunes, never got its due it's not that sad, it's just baby blue
