A wicked wind whips me front and back
As I walk thread-bare ‘cross a granule prickled shore
Into a blackening night.
A night to conceal and not reveal that ancient secret borne on stone
Which looms in all its fantastic hue,
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Only Until Boredom Strikes, Poetry by Rayanne Banaga
They tell you a lot about damaged people
about how you shouldn’t love them
about how you shouldn’t romanticize them
You’ll only end up hurt when you cant fix them
Ive never heard the story of the ones who do fix them
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