Through blinding passages
Rips of past
Fling far away
Through joyful times
To its death
From tearing rage
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Poetry
PoetryPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
Tearing, Tearing
Through blinding passages
Rips of past
Fling far away
Through joyful times
To its death
From tearing rage
