StyleA Poem by RivMy words most spoken are darker than yours. Poetry bleeding on an outright scale. Rarely joy, and mostly fear it is. I find most of the muse within the confines of the unknown. Where my stories go, to a brighter side. Yet the darker is always comfort. Where joy and happiness will fail. I'll capture within a bleeding heart.
© 2015 RivAuthor's Note
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