Fell, fallen–
We describe dark,
Despicable,
Things by these words.
So why is it that we
Fall in love?
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insomniac
PoetryIt starts with a Star that falls And ends with The rock that rises. insomniac is a book for the midnight owls. A work of free verse dark poetry, each piece tells a story of hurt and growth, trauma and healing. If you are dealing with your own sleepl...
Fell
Fell, fallen–
We describe dark,
Despicable,
Things by these words.
So why is it that we
Fall in love?
