SchadenfreudeA Poem by itsnoteoin
I don't do as much talking.
Lately, I prefer not doing - the hole that joins spokes the space that holds life holds death. Everything's a mirror to me. You, also, have receded. You're not as you were not without scars not here. Can't you see? I'm happy without you. Isn't it a terrible thing this joy we find in absences? © 2015 itsnoteoin |
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2 Reviews Added on April 28, 2015 Last Updated on April 28, 2015 AuthoritsnoteoinDublin, Leinster, IrelandAboutI'm an 18 year old student currently living in Dublin, Ireland. My dream is to be an author living in Paris, France. I love poetry, jazz and hip-hop. My favourite author is Michael Chabon; my favourit.. more..Writing
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