If I open
my skull
for you,
will you
behead
me?Between a heart undersea
and a mind full of flea,
which one is more
tragic;dying
or living
as a havoc?-h i r a y a.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
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If I open
my skull
for you,
will you
behead
me?Between a heart undersea
and a mind full of flea,
which one is more
tragic;dying
or living
as a havoc?-h i r a y a.