Her hands reached for the stars,
burning through her from afar.
The slightest touch burnt her silver skin,
and she hung on by memory.
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
