Creating, Me


murmurs of the past
linger on as i pass by
the scent of stench and doom
keeps creeping up to me
through the spine of neverland
the coldness of my heart
will i ever be free
of doubts, fears and dread
of life being as it is
or as it was
through beginning and the end

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