Personal Literature


Prose of my life …
As rain is falling
Unleash the beast inside,
while pluviophile is run away from the sun

wondering whether or not she’s nobody,
who was her stand in their way …
like she’s not tend to their hearts

easily to bend and break

washed out of life


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