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you only hear the music when your heart begins to break.
rolling thunder
thundering darkness
nothing.
storming rage
raging storms
nothing.
cracks begin to form
form undefined
no thing
blasting through
flattening everything in its way
blood splattered on the walls
walls where
finally something
too late
YOU ARE READING
unsmiling
Költészeti could call this 'poetry' or 'my poetry' but this really is just a scramble of words. kinda like a blog of some sort. I sometimes need to write something down and I do have a little notebook with scribbles and scrabbles but I thought it would be ki...
