'Tis not death – I fear the most
The silent beat of nothing
The silent whispers of my boast
The words – harshly crushing
Yet the suspense – frightened host
Fearful it leaves – crying, rushing
'Tis the dying – my tired ghost
Knowledge – good-for-nothing
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We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
