neutralA Poem by Anne MartinA short occasional poem extracted from 'Round Midnight.Bathing in ignominy my insides hollowed out through a sieve of emotion all is lost I'm tired, neutered stuck in love's neutral a deplorable state veritas vos liberabit the truth punishes to set me free in truth I hope that I may be. © 2020 Anne Martin |
StatsAuthorAnne MartinThe second circle of hell.AboutAfter 15 years I have finished The Cult of Hahn. Editing time. Professional musician. Private person I love fantasy, especially dark sexy stories. more..Writing
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