1st post
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The pain of missing you
Comes in rounds
Bullet after bullet
They meet their mark
No matter how loud I scream
No one else can hear me
The pain is unbearable
Only you can soothe it
The mind- the reincarnate queen,my pens- the worker bees,oozes waxen flakes of inspiration,both devilish and angelical.The ink creates a homein a soon-to-be-discovered honeycomb