But if you close your eyes
Is it so different than the stars leaving the sky
Once the lights are out
Will you even be able to tell its out of mind
And drifting stopped when the fireflies died
And you'll never know with skin once gold
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Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
