Of Raspberries and Gunpowder
I have never taught myself to scream So, every time my voice itched to bleed All I could do was
Read moreI have never taught myself to scream So, every time my voice itched to bleed All I could do was
Read moreEre stood mighty Nag Re, subdued and suppressed and put to sleep for ages, woken by a kindred spirit that
Read moreThis poem is unstructured, This poem is sad The rhyme may die anytime again For this is not a ballad
Read moreStanding tall I spread my wings from pole to pole, Clothed in your clothes, guarding your home, I stand right
Read moreEveryone’s got a place where they’re most comfortable, where they can be themselves without a care in the world. Home, school, park… it could be anywhere! Where’s yours?
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