i would love some more critiques if anybody who read the poem cares to give it
thank you for the kind words
a masochist, i might be loving you with reluctant glee fooling myself again and again changing the grasp, of which you said twisted and contorted,...
As we stand in our seats All gathered in one sacred spot Our heros stand triumphant on their pulpit We hear the first chord As thunderous a roar...
Regret white fills my vision staring at the ceiling daring myself to blink a shutter of my eyelid rehashes pain in that instant of black, i see...
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