the wind, the waves
the golden lights
of distant city dreams.
blinking lights
pattering concrete
waves lick the handrails
curtains separate to show the light
and in the light
we always dreamed of
was only emptiness
just like where we started
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(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]
Poetrymy keyboard is a minefield. my mind is broken glass. when my body bursts apart, the shards catch light and look like blinking stars. ( 1 year of poetry )
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