If in the last hour of my life,
I wish to see nothing but the stars,
And the crescent wryly smiling in the sky
Like a lighter igniting a fire inside,
Inspiring another layer of fright.
If I could swipe left and right
Looking through the neglected files,
Just before I feel nothing but white,
I hope not to remember why
I chose to cross the end of the line.
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PoetryA compilation of (mostly fictional) poetry, short stories / oneshots, and quotes ---------- Cover by _kakiku_ Cover created using Canva
