Prompt: Write a quote or a poem starting with I was but what.
To be in the state
of this fatal peace,
where pain numbs
all my hurt injuries.
A clouded region
where senses
have long left cover.
To write to breath.
To read to run.
To be in this state
of fatal peace.
I yell and
yet hear no echoes.
A world lost
a person abandoned.
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PoetryThere's a dark sea around me and I often get lost in the words it whispers to me, pulling me into it's unmeasurable depth...
