Poems from cydneichevaghn

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Music is life, that's why our hearts have beats.
Color. Something that we all enjoy to look at when it comes to an object but its one of the things that separates us as a human race,...
Stitched Shut Tied with the thread you cut with your own hands No Sound You took my voice and I can’t get it back How am I supposed to be...
yes my hair is different than yours as you can clearly see but just because its different does not make me a freak To run your fingers...
i'm a leaf being blown across the highway. A rag doll being thrown to the side. i'm controlled by my surroundings.   i',m dependent of what...