Shot poetry in my veins.
UK
To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.
F
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are …
the city
rva
Mars
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