And I yearned for an escape,
a second world; filled with savagery.
A secret all of my own; to awaken my mundane soul.
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The Ramblings of a Mad Woman
PoetryWell I don't know if you can actually call this book poetry, it's really ramblings. But that's why poetry is beautiful right? It can be anything. You surrender your soul and write what comes out and that's what you have here. Poems about life, hea...
Escape
And I yearned for an escape,
a second world; filled with savagery.
A secret all of my own; to awaken my mundane soul.
