Making sure that her trust survives
She never left any stone unturned.
Afraid of doing what she did set her free.
For a moment in blue she felt the poison
in every cup of opportunity that she drank
still she invited the stars,
stars she was most afraid of...
Stars like angels.
With wrong wings.
Dark and sleek.
Wild but soft.
Built for blood.
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
