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I will wait
Dear Eve. ,I know we haven't met yet but At night the organs of my thoughts bed wet with fear Every morning i mournWith torn robes of my heart And ashes covering the scalp of my skull i wonder Why teens like us bury ourselves in a casket of false love...
LIFE BEHIND THE PEN
Sometimes i get afraid of being called a poet Because i feel am way below standard I feel my words are yet literally sterilized enough to fit into the category of poetry Sometimes the pen feels so heavy like a Weightlift Paper seems hard like template...