I've got two hearts in a bag
and they're both mine —
one is a replica of the shining sun
and the other withered like a flower in glum.
With these two hearts,
one beat and a pitchless tone,
I suffer to breathe through plastic walls
as the ray beams multiplies.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
