To be with of many stars
must be radiant.
But I must hide
behind the clouds,
for such radiance
fear me,
terrify me,
and I wish
to never be found.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
self-isolation
To be with of many stars
must be radiant.
But I must hide
behind the clouds,
for such radiance
fear me,
terrify me,
and I wish
to never be found.
