All our cake
Stolen by ghosts
On old ocean breezes
And we embrace
And remember
Devouring the red velvets
With coffee and crumpets
The time when we soared
Over green waters
Collecting rays of sunshine
Breathing salty wind
And drinking liquid diamonds
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The Lamentations of an Empath
PoetryTo be an empath is to constantly question your hope for humanity. You learn how to love, to hate, to want, to fear. You learn of the pain behind behind every smile. It is the most heartbreaking and insightful tool to ever exist. Some say it is a cur...
