Crumbling Walls
The crumbling walls And overgrown terraces Reflect my soul, Wounded and cluttered. I yearn to be saved, Cleaned and restored, Before time’s eroding fingers Erase my last layer Of true identity.
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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