The Winter
...Smiles and blooms have crawled away in haste;
Cool sweetness and incense of the prime
Have receded into the pothole of time
With the irritant summer and the rainy waste ;
Winter is an epitome of ...
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Categories:
wany, nature, seasons,
Form: Lyric
Urge Episode 2
...I was a step closer to doom. I was walkong on the edge of perdition.
Those things that i hate became my likes all of a sudden, even if i hate them again they become my like again.
Maybe when i deci...
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Categories:
wany, abuse, addiction,
Form: Free verse