Literature Resource: Critical and Creative writings by Monami
A repository of both creative and critical thoughts pertaining to literature and films
Oct 31, 2016
My shadow lurks behind me
On a crooked plain I tread
Nailed prophet oozes blood
Accursed wounds refuse to heal
My heart morphed into plastic toy
Incessantly beats the shit out of
Every vessel that leads to its chamber.
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Poet, Blogger, Undergrad Professor. I love to connect with people and do my best in my little way to make their lives a little more beautiful, a little more meaningful.
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