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The Cool Side of the Pillow

Sometimes, overloaded senses can be forgotten in a simple gesture, just for a moment...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Languishing dreams where a heart grows still,Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction toDeath's resurrection inGrey of the dayWhere the sun has lost hope an...

Underneath my exterior that tries to convince the world that yeah, I’m tough as fucking nails, there lies that same frightened child, who still hears her screams and pleads for mercy, the same time, every night, begging for him to leave her alone. But eve...