RenaissanceA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
I died.
No, not in the traditional notion of such. Blood and bone still hold. No, Rather, the true way. Our great enemy, stagnation and apathy, had claimed me. Veiled under the guise of of comfort, they consumed me. I've seen through this. I've decided to move past, this. I've the resolve, finally, to live once more.
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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