My Story
A soul of paper:
tattered pages,
ink smears,
even tear stains.
With a heart like this
is how tragedy breathes,
how twisted blossoms
open their blooms to see.
The pages open.
My fiction is known
while the real world withers
for fantasy to take reign.
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traffycake
Nice to meet you! Feel free to call me Sam! I'm 25 years old with both a B.A. in Visual Art and in English/Creative Writing. I have a love for dark and unusual free verse poetry. While that makes up most of my portfolio, I do have a few lighter poems. Be warned, I do touch on some pretty real subject matter. Take caution.
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