Miles of sand set us apart

from the world. Sickle sin

Return and ruin. the key

that kept me apart

from the grounds i wake and the life i murder, needles

ashes, calling for you, no awnser. it's better that way

stir it up and steal my robbery , stapple my name to the ground

cast away. remember the photos

remember the death and those smiles

the whymsical breath
How do you make the titles bold?
sincery ryan nair *****
what are you a beat poet? should I snap my fingers? You do not deserve my finger-snaps!
Keep the change, pimps don't jangle