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Category: Poetry

Buried Treasure

Buried Treasure by Jeff Goulding He’s lost in back seat melancholy, hands cuffed and heart broken. It’s the winter sun he mourns the most. It’s meagre light everything in a […]

I am Fear

I sprinkle angst and sew your pain. I feed your darkest thoughts, then watch them grow and blossom their tendrils fill your head. I’m icy fingers down your spine, the things beneath your bed. . I was the […]