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Poet Introduction
My poetry is me weeping, like a little girl in a corner gripping her torn stockings covered in blood. It is my soul screaming as the world turns a blind eye; they smile as my teeth clench in rage. I die every time an Angel loses its wings.
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Light and Dark exist as One
I bathe in the sins of the world
Walk the fires of hell
Dance with Satan himself
Now I know the truth
Everything dead is good
Still...
I will comfort you
I bathe in the sins of the world
Walk the fires of hell
Dance with Satan himself
Now I know the truth
Everything dead is good
Still...
I will comfort you
My Reading List
Goldfinch feeding in the rain
by Kexby (john rickell)
Case Study Outline Format: The Gestapo Re branded as The FBI
by thewatcher33
A mediocre poem
by Kara_jean
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