Poems from xhxhyla

And in the end, when the stars have all collapsed and blackholes rule the skies, when the sun dies and the moon can no longer reflect its...
Tell me, brother, what do I do with a broken soul? Tell me, sister, why is sadness all I know? Tell me, father, why do I feel so alone?...
The more she learned about the world,  the easier it became to pull her apart, to tear her limb from limb until there was nothing left.   ...
Sometimes I think about the way it used to be.    Simple. Happy.    And suddenly I am left with a burning in my chest, A longing for things...
Pretty Little Lady, with your roses and your scars, Pretty Little Lady, with your eyes as bright as stars, Pretty Little Lady, with your...

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