He was a broken glass, I dared to fix,
But in that quest, we both succumbed to tricks,
In darkness' grasp, we fought an endless fight,
Two shattered souls, bound in eternal night.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
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He was a broken glass, I dared to fix,
But in that quest, we both succumbed to tricks,
In darkness' grasp, we fought an endless fight,
Two shattered souls, bound in eternal night.
