And when it is dark,
All my nocturnal thoughts
Stretch out endlessly
From lingering voices
To poltergeists in the wall
Unfathomable to others
So instability becomes my steadfast
companion.
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The Unspoken
Poetrythe storyline of heartbreak and impeccable ecstasies: the unspoken. disclaimer: cover not mine
The Turning
And when it is dark,
All my nocturnal thoughts
Stretch out endlessly
From lingering voices
To poltergeists in the wall
Unfathomable to others
So instability becomes my steadfast
companion.
