death whispers secrets,
while shadows grasp at out dreams,
and darkness lingers.
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Constellations of Bleeding Ink
PoetryThere are some short poems that I found while I was going through my old notebooks and papers. They don't go in any particular order, and they're from different periods in my life, but here are my inner thoughts, emotions, and honestly? A bit of my...
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death whispers secrets,
while shadows grasp at out dreams,
and darkness lingers.
