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Poetry Drafts / 3 April 2017

Lament – like treacle through my veins, an outpouring of perfection in thoughts obfuscated by a mind gone awry. Where once was solitude, now a raging storm.

Circle-no-10 // tumbling (via circle-no-10)

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.