It peach black.
Just my luck.
I don't know what to do.
Should I just look at the moon.
It's looks like the Stars appeared to soon.
Darkness is an abomination.
It's not our destination.
It will never be our foundation.
Soon the light will rise.
Soon it will be the darkness dimise.
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PoesiaA Mixture of it all,I don't want to go at the mall. Not wanting to roll with it all. I want....what do I want? I must....but whom should I trust? I just..... yes I just want to take a good look at that beautiful nature. what an adventure that would...
