XI.
It's pitch black and
I don't know wether
It goes beyond
Or dies within
Neither of us wants to hide
But there is no way
To be seen
Could you help us out
From this hole so imprisoning?
The answer is no
There's no hope
You can seek us out
But nothing more
~AN~
Warning: trash
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
שיריםThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...
