Dark, Hidden Eyes
Read my sad poetry collection. Read it with your eyes dry of tears and a heart that hopes to save a lost soul; read it with eyes that wish to see and a brain that wants to know what pen a beast hold; read it like a naïve child and not a wise elder. When you read this, come with no time left. The beast hates to be watched by people who have lives; it makes the beast feel selfish.
- Publication Date
- Sep 27, 2021
- All Rights Reserved - Standard Copyright License
- By (author): Gen Cee