Do it yourself novel kit for your brain.
Play the flute, O dear death, Frantic solitude engraves,In your mellow embrace, Letters of a fleeting breath.Sometimes, I just lay on the floor fearing of being drowned in the emotional mayhem conferred by a book for being loyal to its words. And, then at times when I have no answers to the myriad q...
Free verse, almost. I'll leave itto others to judge
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