Biography
I write anything that comes to mind. Sometimes to really understand, you have to get in deep within the poets mind. I usually do free style.
Samples
Wasted space, crawling, ... Filling my lungs with darkness. My world starts to collide with the heavenly stars above, combusting into flames. I try to latch on to every last bitter memory of love, before you left. And I know it's for the best, but last night, I saw the devil crying for us.
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