To be A stranger To my own Mess.

To be A stranger To my own Mess.
Willow though they may, Branch along the gray A solution to the apathy, That colors us away.
I was a fool to believe again, To believe at all And always for another, To fight against the end […]
And then, All the Succulents Drowned.
The what that I will Believe For you.
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One time, I ran from myself For so long, I forgot who I was running from, And who I was […]
My hopeful has interceded, Receded in a mounting field Filled of crimsons soft, Now to Burn me off.
As a searing endearing exchange, Had become a cumbersome distance Would so I become then accompanied, Even accustomed to the […]