A seller of fish, lurks in the corner,
Trudging through every hour,
Without pain or sorrow.
A smile of happiness
Extinguished his fears,
And the sound of coin,
Fills his tears.
A life for four,
Was all he could give.
These eyes That once saw, Are now blurry And ruined. Visions run amok, Displaying foggy Amalgamations. Smells and taste Run vapid, With...
Amalgamations of A memory. Hauntings of An untold vice. Malice and Dubiety Incarnate Its existence Plagues our dreams, Reliving Traumas...
It doesn’t feel right, A long shot in the dark, A missed bullseye between the eyes. I can’t see well, My vision is blurry, My hands are...
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