The one who waitsA Poem by en skyggeAnother one from the late night's inspiration
Long is the night; it's so dark.
I hear the nature's calling as I'm touching the impenetrable walls. I clutch my arms and think how good it would be if my grave was any bigger. © 2016 en skyggeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on September 3, 2016 Last Updated on September 3, 2016 Authoren skyggeSplit, CroatiaAboutI don't write that often, but I sure do enjoy it. English is not my first language, so please ignore/correct any mistakes. Just one of those E.A.Poe-inspired writers. Feel free to message me or sen.. more..Writing
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