She cries.
Reveals each tear
implacable for return.
Delicate light becomes dinner
to the dark, the stars, the depth
of space.
She was told
time would heal,
time will overcome;
but time
will never
be
enough.
She cries. Reveals each tear implacable for return. Delicate light becomes dinner to the dark, the stars, the depth of space. She was told time would heal, time will overcome; but time will never be enough. |

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to the dark, the stars, the depth
of space
ohhhhhhhhh.
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
--
my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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Don't ever change it, please. Well done!
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Watermelons.
my delusions
to silhouettes
and passing car lights
and god, my god
this confusion
is killing all my fight
--
"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
--
You are
Everything.
You make me
(empty.)
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Beautiful, to say the least.
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make a map of what you see; direct pain effectively.
to the dark, the stars, the depth
of space.
Oh my! What a genius line you have there!
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#WLC
#WeEmote
#dAmnEpic
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to the dark"
i can sense the freedom of this - you've held nothing back and forced nothing through
clearly your best of which i've read
--
The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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