i'm half-deaf
the angel on my shoulder
screams
but i can't hear her
so i turn to the devilish one
on my right
and listen while she twists
my brain
into patterns i'd never seen before
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
