i walk a fine line,
floating on lava pits,
dodging blood-covered stalactites.
There's no right nor wrong in everything,
Just shades of grey,
And so through the perils,
I've learned to walk a fine line.
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amber daffodils (completed ✔️)
Poetry"i stood on the plutonium shores of the lake, where all the poets had went to die, the mountains bejeweled with snow. i saw nothing in the vast expanse, only the stars in a hazy trance, yet when the sun rose, and night came to a close, i saw marig...
