[tabby title="Poem"] I have been writing for a while, I am still trying to pen better poems. My fingers have adopted a fashion of wearing pins and needles. I'm hurting... Sometimes pain is hard to scrape off my skin so...

[tabby title="Poem"] The people are not people without hands soaked in solemn. Ice cold; shivering, They are graves stuck between Heaven and Hell Death is a flag planted in their frozen veins. Yet they walk with splinter covered feet; a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Used to have pillow fights Now they exchange blows Because jobs cost more than just a skill Bosses have needs you fulfill, Single mom trying to make ends-meet Only to meet her end Traded in by her own...

[tabby title="Poem"] We die not the same death But death mortal rests in, Hearts attack, Minds stop working in a sense that living is of nonsense to some, Death beds cuddlesome, While some die handsome, The very hand reached out...

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