SPARKS

Written by Chaka PX I knew the light through darkness, Spontaneous gift of subconsciousness, I wasn't sure, who was right, Least I forget I claim on my words. Cleans me inside out, Let me believe I have stains, Dust my unclear dirtiness, I am filthy, yet loved. Crying with tears is hurtful, Chase not my... Continue Reading →

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