By Damien Knight
Do not slip back seeking lies
The heart and mind can be decieved
Months now we speak, the time flies
Can’t you see you’re not mine?
You might pour your heart to me
But I am a bard, the knight, a king
Yes of idle misery, I am Koraki
Not any other, these are my songs
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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
