Nothing of she- in a shy story, befits a better man. One reason he stands through it all in weak shackles. A trombone touch of his music flows into rivers choking. Its ghostly consumption aspirated in hells illumination soaking.
Here is a poetry collection. These works may or may not have been posted at various poetry forums on the internet. This poetry page is a poetic vision. I've been writing all my life. I am a self-made poetess. Poetry is a passion.
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