The frustrated poets choir:
No more poetry, only raw meat
How did I get so far away from things that really matter? What happened to my sanity? Regret i name myself no more. But this scar flows like a river. And this river leads to eternity. Oh, my love, my sea. I finally found a way to get inside you. I melt this flesh to become a river. For the sea refuses no river. I no longer have a use for this body if I cant embrace you. So I close this letter. I quit penning suicide notes and anonymous love letters. Time to rest.. I shall be remembered for this. For I walk on empty streets now, holding my heart in my hands.
For I walk on empty streets now, holding my heart in my hands...
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