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In hopes left from what will,
Pain comes from the knowing…

Obsidian

Here the dark hangs like ancient tapestries,
The dank rot of old woven wishes,
Fill nostrils with a stench of onyx air.

Haunted

At the dark end of a wayward street,
Atop a bare and lonely ,
its the old man’s mansion replete,
Bespoke in tendrilled ivy vest.

Crosswalk

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I speak my heart out.

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PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

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Award-winning Author. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.

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Rum and Robots

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Wild Scared Crazy

It's an uncertain life!