These clips are silent to the naked eye attached in packs of quite violence stashed inside the mind, to counteract my closing eyelids that this world will find, ink deposits beneath the flesh of stories I will write,pictures of emotion printed ion the sleeve, nostalgia for all the phases of me I left deceased,my battles invisible but not hard to see about as transparent as your soul could be.
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Author:
K.R.Christensen (Pseudonym) (
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Great write, like the picture as well
Thank you very much 🙂
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