dip.A Poem by witchofthisageHis thoughts have always looked so inviting, like a cool spring with its surface shining under the merciless rays of sunlight and heat. This is the moment I realize that his thoughts are an ocean. You're free to swim in its edge, but never stay for too long, and don't leave him there even though it seems like he'll never drown because there are sharks lurking everywhere in the murky waters, monsters of his own creation that even he isn't
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1 Review Added on April 1, 2017 Last Updated on April 1, 2017 Tags: prose poem, prose poetry, short, angst, grunge, psychological AuthorwitchofthisageManila, NCR, PhilippinesAbout[ perpetually hungry 🌌 ] Rein. 19. SJW. Slytherin. master procrastinator. cheese monster. writer. pop-culture savvy. intellectual. more..Writing
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