By Damien Knight
The out pour of verse
The dreams a seer’s curse
Voices shout in my head
The longing to be dead
Agony, the air I breath
In the end everyone leaves
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By Damien Knight
The out pour of verse
The dreams a seer’s curse
Voices shout in my head
The longing to be dead
Agony, the air I breath
In the end everyone leaves
Do you like our poems? Remember to support us on Patreon
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