Dark ages
Dark spots
Under nails
Something beneath
Thick ice
Something fleeting
Another war
Dark spots
Under nails
Something beneath
Thick ice
Something fleeting
Another war
Dark earth
Deep dig
Below steps
Something waits still
Dirt kept
Something legend
Another past
Dark smoke
Sweet hell
Metal teeth
Something escaped
Light lost
Something burning
Another blast
Dark side
Hidden face
Over lines
Nothing troubled
Sleep sound
Nothing written
Another life
Labels: alarming truthness, artform, confession, poetry, Primessa, To a person who never returned to the world, winter passing
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