S.T. Scrivener
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AddictionsA Poem by S.T. ScrivenerScars on my arms faded to memories, faint dirt paths overgrown with vegetation. Sometimes I want to carve some new ones, but don't. In.. |
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The Old Man in the AutumnA Poem by S.T. ScrivenerOctober roads are littered with nostalgia; auburn and crimson embers sink like ash to the ground, perpetually estranged from the spirited.. |
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Remember me when you are famousA Poem by S.T. ScrivenerWhen the money flows Like f*****g water Down the drain Remember me when you are high When the demon roars Like f*****g Hell .. |
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