S.O.S.A Poem by QuietlyCrash
He curls his hands around me
like the way he curls his smoke Sickly sweet and deadly His eyes hold the apocalypse, the ending of my world I'm lost My heart will capsize in his depths For my mind has ceased its control
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AuthorQuietlyCrashPensacola, FLAboutHello, so here's the deal. I was placed on this glowing green orb and still trying to figure it all out For the moment most of my writing may be depressing and dark, but that's just because I'm sort .. more..Writing
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