I was following
the path I was chained on
when I climbed up
the mountain
Atlas stood upon
and he said,
"I believe that it is your
broken bones
that must stand upon
these stones."
and then he placed
the sky on my shoulders
and left me
on these boulders
until I was crushed
into a pile of
dust
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
