You ripped me off my hinges
Society; You left me on its fringes
Red all over my wrists, tinges
《From an unpublished chapter of Broken Soul》
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Deep Seas
PoetryMy mind was the deep seas Undiscovered, undisturbed and untouched Except by its inhabitants They arrived every second Every one of them was different Each with their own positivity and negativity Some of them brought along colour while others were p...
