Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Death becomes me,
It consumes my soul.
It terrorizes me
And leaves me shaken.
Who will stand to gain
All that has been lost?
The poison sets in,
Quickening the murky end.
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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Oohh have a nice cup of tea instead, and not be too 'dark'! The tea should sort out things, along with a slice of cake and a chat with a friend. lol.
LOL! 😉 Thanks for reading!
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