One: My Restless Heart

These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die like fire and powder; which, as they kiss, consume.

A compilation of my violent delights as a teenager. I otherwise like to refer to it as poetry - scattered words on a page, seeming to make little sense. These are my pains and joys blurred into one. Please be nice!

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart..."
- William Wordsworth

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