Seven separate poetic riddles shadowing a greater theme/topic... think you can guess what theme I had in mind or even the subheadings?
Let me know your thought process in the comments.
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Over the snow mountains , are the blooded soaked hills. The sky is gray , the wind makes the smell of corpses travel for miles. The crows are circling the ground. Sweat and blood is falling from thei...
I count seven. The number of times you've passed through my mind today. The number of times I've cried. The number of times I've wished you away. The number of times I've died. It's not fair how you'v...