poetry night

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Poetry

The heat we bring

Cold Enough to Kill Premeditated. Unlawful killings of innocent people. May well be terrorists, serial killers. I was taught to […]

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Poetry, Thoughts

Tired, truly

Tired, truly. Of words that fall out reckless from careless tongues; half-formed, half-thought, like they were never meant to mean

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Poetry, Thoughts

My words

In an ideal scenario, my words would be for everyone but some like thrillers, while others like suspense; Drama, where

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