He writes what he thinks, he thinks what he knows, he knows what he understands, he understands what he feels.
I overslept, Summer Solstice
Don't be an enemy of my sentiments,
don't spit the hate upon the remnants of my past.
I'll let you meet my skinny love,
Desperate to feel once more.
Aware of your cravings,
Starving to unleash my inner beast.
Well it's not your fault,
To break a howling soul.
You're welcome here,
With survival voice.
For you always bring,
Your favorite sin,
The season of sorrow that I love the most.
-Adelram C. (06/22/19)
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