Innocence Above?
Innocence Above? feel do not think listen do not speak can you hear your heart beat? dusty under here beneath these bunks like rotting wood hey, there’s my favourite car it’s been so long why didn’t I look here before? forgot about your opening doors the biggest boots I’ve ever seen stomp stomp right out of the room think he’s done now do not think do not speak that’s what I heard him whisper to her.
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Darius
I'm into poetry that flows through me, more as an emotional art-form than a traditional construction, but I do appreciate most of it.
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