Poems from lamarr4929
Mercy rains upon this eve,
Scorching my skin, yet I refuse to leave,
Searching for purity, however temporal.
Scrubbing this being to the...
They're penning a poem of self-description.
Many mirrors and masks,
Each self-sufficient as an autonomy.
What bothers me?
The consequential...
They're penning a poem of self-description.
Many mirrors and masks,
Each self-sufficient as an autonomy.
What bothers me?
The consequential...