Mental Health, Poetry, Writing Ruins. A poem. Man is the god of ruins And every day He builds them Lives in them Becomes them Ruins Share this:Tweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on TumblrMorePocket Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related
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