Poems from Enigmatic Pariah

Poetry is a Mirror, Which Makes Beautiful That Which is Distorted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
You ultimately opt out of eliciting impressive forms of impending anger Aggravating all those around you, including I, as an effect of...
Beautiful blood droplets that splatter on the cold dank pavement There used to be life here, but now all that remains are the blood red...

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