And in that moment of silence
Between twilight and dawn
The most awful violence
Was the fact I was all alone.
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Soul scraps
PoetrySo here I am, at the point of my life where simple story writting isn't enough. I can't tell exactly what will this THING become, but I guess we will see. It will literally be my 'soul scraps' so you will probably find here some sad, melancholic th...
Lonely soul
And in that moment of silence
Between twilight and dawn
The most awful violence
Was the fact I was all alone.
