The Shaking doesn't cease.A Poem by BlankCypherInterpret as you will.
My hands are restless.
Weeks fall past and they do not stop. Their agenda unknown yet, somehow understandable. Gutted by my inability to keep them still, I watch on from the outside as they shake.
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StatsAuthorBlankCypherAthlone, IrelandAbout19 years old, musician and poet by trade, I don't really do much else/ I absolutely love music and writing, creativity is life. I have been writing poetry any time that I need to for roughly 5/6.. more..Writing
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