When the night sky crumbles
And the sunrise sets
When the earthen bells ring
And the windchimes still
Paradox Those Who Are Found
And carry the burden
Seek the greed-touched fruit
Kill the founder,
Retrieve what was lost
Lose the one who is the blade
And smother the flame.
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Poems I made
PoetryThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
