Poems from VenessaLychrimist

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Let the cloud mask my face,Let my blood decide my race,Let the beauty, not be in face,Let these all be, in God’s grace. Prove me wrong,...
Bullets and Blood.
A step out.  A storm in.  A single drop of blood. One of them, will win.Thundering blasts. Compulsive fasts. Murmurs inside. The skin,...