There is no point to my poetry, other then what you take from it.

Pulchritudinous    Crawling back into the hollowed out rock I call my heart is all that ever seems to happen...

22/M/Perth    Still exploring myself and I may not be consistent but I know writing definitely makes me feel better about myself.

Ph.D. student fond of beauty, words and religion. I try to write when I have time and regularly post on my blog: whisperingslowly.wordpress.com

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