Dear cold spring night.

How today feels like every other day

I am trying to break free of this mental prison instilled in the core of my soul.

I ask you to heal what is missing from this artistic cluster to grow from the cement grounds.

So that I can smell the aroma of her fragrance one last time, in searching of finding the missing element of this tragedy we call life.

Published by UNTOLD POEMS

Healing starts with you

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