WaywardA Poem by Ana B.a WRATH compilationDarksome words he sends me The master of the rocks. Tuning this day in monody, Words faring along the infinitude’s docks…
When we sing quietly About the dawns that haunt… The night’s constant contrariety Those stares that make us halt…
Are we designed for mistakes? Running out of breath… Maintaining the creation’s postulates Sweetening The Architect with every death…
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