There was a paper trail, apparently from the night before. Words spoken with a pen， apparently expressing their desire. Illegible font on scrunched up notepads, apparently frustration unovercome. There was a paper trail, apparently ending a night of – thought.
There was a paper trail, apparently from the night before. Words spoken with a pen， apparently expressing their desire. Illegible font on scrunched up notepads, apparently frustration unovercome. There was a paper trail, apparently ending a night of – thought.
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I bet He hasn’t noticed I changed His face
No, I noticed the change… twice… and you had a face once but Tumblr removed it, off the chart on the ugly scale probably… I bet you were the one sending the unsolicited messages as well?
Tonight I will read your poems aloud Under the cover of loud music playing, The tube of you will provide my cover, Obscure my voice from the ears that hear, A mere precaution to keep my sanity - I call forth the daemons of Delain and Epica To join with my Arch Enemy and toast with My Nightwish, In This Moment
Tonight I will read your poems aloud Under the cover of loud music playing, The tube of you will provide my cover, Obscure my voice from the ears that hear, A mere precaution to keep my sanity - I call forth the daemons of Delain and Epica To join with my Arch Enemy and toast with My Nightwish, In This Moment
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And the poet switched from writing lies in a language borrowed to writing truths in Emoji // and the world gasped as the foundation of truth Unraveled
Copyright © 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil
And the poet switched from writing lies in a language borrowed to writing truths in Emoji // and the world gasped as the foundation of truth Unraveled
