poetry is not dead
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• 🌿 • And when you hear my nameor recall the way I lookDoes it make you think of happy timesor only the pain it took When you look at her faceand she doesn’t smileDoes it make you missthe tears I criedWhen we’re sat on the couchand I whispered howNot even light yearscan measure the Read more
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• 🌿 • Lost in the woodsLured in by illusionsInside of a paradiseof tainted constitutions Time was lost and so were chancesCutting corners withIrrevocable grievancesThings I lovedThings that laid dormantThings that made meResurfaced with a vengeance A cycle of reclusion Commencing into oneMost questionable markThat is most compulsive, bar none ___L U Z A N Read more
the unabridged reader 