Poetry
I'm in a faraway world, where I find home, I fell safe.
Poetry is a home for kindred souls as it's their space.
Ongoing
Started on: 7 April 2023
Ending date:
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All they heard were the cries All they thought were the lack of tries All they understood was the monstrous roars But never of all their bodies so sore And there they fought to stand, but still lying But all I heard was the distinct sound of dream dying.
