The world I knew beyond my chaos,
Was sprinkled with gold and glimmering hope.
Now that I have ventured out,
I see that gold and hope
Are just paint from the damned,
A warning sign.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
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The world I knew beyond my chaos,
Was sprinkled with gold and glimmering hope.
Now that I have ventured out,
I see that gold and hope
Are just paint from the damned,
A warning sign.
