Annabelle, Internal
Sense the Ocean;
Sense the Sea;
Ego Flying with Broken Wings.
House Collapsing;
Fellows Dying;
I Am Open to No Believes.
Call my Name;
Lock my Chain;
Close my Eyes as it is still abstain.
Now Please Me;
For Another Scene;
In Which I Run for One More Flee.
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Be Poet
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. This is a story of a killer whose job is of course to kill. The story will be continued through poems. The killer suffers the reality, then eventually grows into what she is like today. The story is told in different p...
