The window of my car rests its body on my head.
Through it, I saw, a sky so grey
It almost appears black. As if heaven's on fire
or that the blazes of hell have lost their desire.
Through my window, I saw a car whooshes by.
And a girl with blue eyes was in it, so blue,
it almost appears grey. As if heaven, undead, rose
from its ashes or the open hearts of hell, closes.
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Of Heaven and Hell
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that orbits around the subject of heaven and hell. The home of comfort and the house of the devils. You may be triggered, you may find peace. You may be called out for or you'll find new wisdom in this treasury. Have fu...
