Benn twiss
Joined September 2018
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The Morning That Broke My Eyes
Before I rose, it was dark. Still and peaceful. As I rose it was aggressive, this huge vermillion ball of fire was attacking my eyes, my state of rest had been ruined and there was no way it could return. It seemed my tranquility would never reenter my somewhat painful life.
By Benn twiss6 years ago in Poets