They fear the dark so they sleep.
They think that if they ignore the unknown it will cease to exist.
But I want to know the unknown.
The unknown is my best friend.
The stars dimly light my way.
As I search for the mysterious and the
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It cuts off on purpose
YOU ARE READING
the stars are ugly
Poesía((((Shit vibes)))) Enjoy my book of terrible poetry (if it can be called that)
