The cold leaves me numb
Walking alone
Damn these filthy tears of mine
I’ve no right to cry
I left her, my choice
This is my path
The fate that I decide
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The cold leaves me numb
Walking alone
Damn these filthy tears of mine
I’ve no right to cry
I left her, my choice
This is my path
The fate that I decide
Do you like our poems? Remember to support us on Patreon
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The ramblings of a non-binary Latino.
A jubilant start is inevitable following a quiet end.
Writer, musician and author.
A glimpse into the mind of a half mad poet
