Poems from TiffanyTeich96

It’s not a mask Or a disguise It’s not a shroud of smoke I use to conceal my true form Although I am a monster, sometimes I can be that...
I’ve never seen the waves    Of the Pacific. I’m not the one who saves     Lives of the mythic.   Youthful innocence is    Not my calling...
Window Transparent cell Keeping me in Lust for the outside Prison    
  Cardinal bleak sighs are you feeling pesky and wise? A wandering preacher on a perfume lit street We were four steps behind the choral...
This house is hollow, these trees are artificial, I can't feel their warmnth.

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