the stars, they shine.
the moon, seems fine.
the earth, stays blind.
the pain, its all inside.
the people, they're broken.
their pride is their token.
while the universe is awoken
by all the pain unspoken.
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Poems for the Lost
Poetryquick poems to move life along *FOR THOSE WHO CAN NOT SLEEP* #46 IN QUICKREAD 5.28.18