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Hush heart
Stop this noise
You'll lose anyway
The winds have stopped
The days are gone.
It's dark,
Your letters won't reach its destination.
YOU ARE READING
Blueth
PoetryHold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.
Gone
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Hush heart
Stop this noise
You'll lose anyway
The winds have stopped
The days are gone.
It's dark,
Your letters won't reach its destination.