For every sun that sets,
Heals a part of my soul.
And every star that falls,
Breaks every piece of my heart.
Though time continues to progress,
With everyone beyond the line
a drunken thought seen behind the blinds —
I seem to be standing still in the process.
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PoetryA compilation of (mostly fictional) poetry, short stories / oneshots, and quotes ---------- Cover by _kakiku_ Cover created using Canva
