Poems from Enigmatic Pariah

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Poetry is a Mirror, Which Makes Beautiful That Which is Distorted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pitter patter of the rain on my head Sends the fears straight to bed,  In the things gone unsaid.    And the crackle of the thunder Sending...
Pitter patter of the rain on my head Sends the fears straight to bed,  In the things gone unsaid.    And the crackle of the thunder Sending...
Self-approval never seemed so satisfying Than in a world, upheld by the lie, that public outcry, Was the true measure, of truth's worth:...
Eros, son of Ares and Aphrodite With shattered bow, and broken hearts in tow Weeping, among the silence, Of once beating hearts, No longer...
"The bottom dropped out" Couldn't think of nothing else This world of chaos and pain Culminated in self-harm, crime, shame.   Trapped in...

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