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Night14

  • Forever Forgotten

    Silently crying into the night,on a pool of red shimmers moonlight,a silver blade falls to the ground,nothing but silents all around,the dream of love shall come never,as i sit in ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


Sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
— Poe