When the Shores of Lies cries, “To live or not to live” I hide under a blanket of a large size, No voice, no noise, just a shiver of five. I lonely boy in misery, Hiding under a reddish blanket, At the house empty, old, ruined, and no pleasury just treachery, Blood on blood of […]
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Words of a Poet 