9:51 pm, Saturday, 6th May
away from the city
shine lights that scream of its existence
and I think of how much they
mirror constellations
and just how beautiful it all looks
as the nightly moonshine pours over
the foliage that rests around me.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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9:51 pm, Saturday, 6th May
away from the city
shine lights that scream of its existence
and I think of how much they
mirror constellations
and just how beautiful it all looks
as the nightly moonshine pours over
the foliage that rests around me.