Posts by Sara Bleazards Poetry.
The Insane.
The wind tears through my blistered skin,
Hacking
The Insane. The wind tears through my blistered skin, Hacking at my spine making me shrivel in pain. The sea drowns my thoughts, Like a fisherman c...
The Insane. The wind tears through my blistered skin, Hacking at my spine making me shrivel in pain. The sea drowns my thoughts, Like a fisherman c...
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