Dozing in cyber light;
moon and stars lost behind curtains,
self lost behind file names.
Fresh blood, old scars
they all mingle;
starved chaos,
washed away…
hands still damp with submission,
still soiled with crimson salts.
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I'm a poet. Poetry is my passion, the essence of my being, and my form of existence. What I write is who I am, and my goal is to write in a way that my thoughts and feelings reach every set of eyes that read my poems, that read me.
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