Tag: Write

• This Warm Noc

  3 Feb 2025

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  I am nothing this noc A rare disturbance A human coil of turmoil No one ever loved They just whipped A human cigarette butt Burned up Tossed away I feel like a blank page No words to scratch Just crooked lines to scribble Blood-spent quill Scratching emptiness Yet a rage…

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  + 500 or Less, Flash, Poetry, The Nerves

  + Coma, Humanity, Night, Quill, Suffering, Thorn, Write

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