With the concoction of your ignorance,
my beliefs despair, and I wander in vain.
I try to hold on, but your thoughts loop me.
All I now quest for is, to find me through alchemy.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
