Your magicians call it
futile, gray and
ghastly.
And right before they
inhume your so called “fracas”
You hope they remember it.
I’ve always found solace in writing, ever since I was 13. Poetry has been my means of expression since then. I aspire to make a difference with my words, and I hope you enjoy reading some of them!
Your magicians call it
futile, gray and
ghastly.
And right before they
inhume your so called “fracas”
You hope they remember it.
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