1:10 a.m.
loving you kept alight the flames of a torch you held for someone else and my own actions forever left me barren in the shadowed depths of my own dark mind
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YOU ARE READING
it's 5 a.m. now
Poetrya taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
