As the leaves will begin to turn burnt, golden, and browned, I begin to feel cold in my soul watching them spill to the ground.
Tag: poetry
The Pyracantha’s verdict
How can this really be happening? why not, just a quick slap on the wrist? Up at the stand, I have no justification yet, you
Tongue vs Knife
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This song is shit
Busted Broken, Shattered Damaged… Call it what you want to, It all becomes so easily unmanaged. The strength and courage is slain validating the
Am I am… is I am?
Here we go with the same old shit DamnIT, I thought I was done with it, Tired again, and yet looking for more From
Neat! NO ICE!!!
Hey! Pour me another my good man this time make sure that it’s neat, the first was watered down by ice I love to taste
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 