Kitt Karver Poems

Hardly able to breathe
Thought I had perfected the art of suffering
Though here I am again,
Pouring another drop of blood onto paper
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How to bring this riptide life into word
Mistakes are easy when left unheard
To wake next to them can be hard
One may wish to be unbarred
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A queen with a crown you say?
Perhaps if you desire royalty
But true queens need not, do they?
Unless the goal is blind loyalty
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My mind is only lost
When it decays and it rots
With all of these dark thoughts
Paranoia calling shots
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