speaking of the devil,
and he shall appear.
thinking he can corner
me somewhere near.
thinking of the angel,
the mightiest avenger.
we will sail with the ship,
to the greatest adventure.
hearing the killers of childhood,
the murders who scared you,
the people who haven't spared you,
thinking that you are a mere failure.
and the sky won't cry with you in
your death bed, for there are other
people plated in gold to cry tears over.
━━━ anthia kay.
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of flowers & gasoline | ✓Poetry
❛ blossoming in winter, no they're blossoming in spring. who could have thought the flowers are watered in gasoline. fire over the mountains, the water is too weak. all the flowers are dead now, because of the gasoline.❜ pieces of modern poetry t...