lost angel
caustic famine eyes poised to attack two sides of the brain divided like strangers on a phone your grin sadistic and yet somehow inviting bitterness holds court in the beauty of your hunger mirror speaks in riddles no love survives
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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