my body was yours,
that's why I felt like an invader in it.
now it belongs to the circus.
the stillness during the day
is roaring,
but at night, there are whispers.
of amazement and of slavery.
of delights and of reality.
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Poetryby the title, i think everyone reading this knows i'm not exactly on the happier side of moods right now in my life. things, boys, friendships; nothing is going right. i dont know if all the poems in this are going to be sad. but assuming that i kn...
