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the colours don't work

the colours don't work

A Poem by delaney


seeing the world through anti-rose coloured glasses
Like The Sun

Like The Sun

A Poem by Anne Bathory


A slightly morbid take on the goal we call love.
Hand Tide

Hand Tide

A Poem by Bohrium Guy


Thoughts....
Never Leave A Candle Burning.

Never Leave A Candle Burning.

A Poem by ayejodie


There is so much inside me,So much I have to give.Like a fighting child,Wanting to be heard.I can sometimes hear the faint sound of screaming,coming f..