Vin Writing

The blistering cold surrounds me, It hugs my body as if to make me feel safe, It holds me tight, as I slowly start to shake. It touches my face, ..

Mistakes are easy to commit, And the pain comes cheap. It’s not your fault, But the wounds are deep. As the story goes on, Late nights ..

A poem about late nights

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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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