Poems from Rudiot
Death is something most people hate.
I can absolutely relate.
You left a mark on my skin that is unseeable.
Although I feel for it. It’s...
the girl with the innocent eyes
sadly began to burn.
he stuck the matchbox with his hand.
what lesson did he learn?
when did it begin?...
When you do fall at last ‘fore your eyes close,
her smil’ is one to know that she will wake.
Perfect, I shall admit the ailment impose....
Where I'm from, isn't a place I don't see anymore,
it's a house where my grandparents now live.
I'm from a collection of things from my...
My mind is like a random password generator.
They come.
They go.
Never the same.
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There is a switch in my head.
But not two...