Poems from ashmas900@gmail.com

Develop a force that is unseen. Cover it in the heaviest of armor, no man nor woman can lift. Pitched to the finest tune it's will is to...
Who are we, we are who, I don't want to be you, want to be who? Take this all back from the blind side of my pillow tonight, it's not...
my heart inprions a wave of pain, now knowing i fabricate time, my blood mixes with pure poison, not dead yeat. The feel of crashing of...
all the leaves have fallen, the mellow is yellow and crazy orange ending now in bare brown trees now. Fall is ending and winter is on its...
Can I just say it is a familiar feeling to us all, but its roots hurt and you can't understand. Stuck in this way, you cant see how real...

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