Torn skin, shattered bones, melted flesh, rheumy eyes;
I am but an obsidian tearing through the bleeding skies
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Breaking and Rising
PoetryOne of my side hobbies, that I'd like to share with the world. I am not a great poet. I just want to find peace in words. Let's help each other revive their hearts.
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Torn skin, shattered bones, melted flesh, rheumy eyes;
I am but an obsidian tearing through the bleeding skies
