Ray Writing

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Drych

A Poem by Ray

I outstretch an arm,I extend my hand, and in turnIt reaches back to me.Its movement is gradual,Its nature benevolent.In spite of thisI slap it away.

Someday

A Poem by Ray

The insatiable nothingat the pit of my stomach is stagnant,for emptiness is a lack thereof feeling.My heart clamours, butthe beat is estinto. My thoug..