Falling to a pulp on the floor
Heard the voices many;
The bliss was intoxicating….
Displaced she felt as she rouse;
On the faces that peered. 32 more words
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Cold in my stoicism,
Frozen in my own denial,
Of a world I crafted,
Gone. Done. Dusted.
I remember a warmth that filled me a long time ago, 246 more words