Hanging on

He wanted a muse. Instead she tied a noose. And on a dreadful string of his own words, She hung till there was no more loose.

– Gill.T

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She was like an open book, Whose language no one spoke, Names scattered across her pages Of all the souls she took. – Gill.T #Poetry...

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