Take me into the dark
for I have seen what the brightness has to offer,
and I will not be mislead.
-a.h.
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Poetry❝Hope is the thing with feathers that perches into the soul - and sings tunes without words - and never stops at all.❞ [welcome to whirring act one. this is the first installment of my personal poetry. these writings are so near and dear to my heart...
mislead
Take me into the dark
for I have seen what the brightness has to offer,
and I will not be mislead.
-a.h.
