all that he's made
a monument of sins
voice all soft and dreamy
dreadful needles and pins
he drained the life out of me
as i scurried and fled
still, he haunts me in my sleep
his goal—to see me dead
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
