"I've explored every crevasse
Of your hollow mind
And even in the bareness
Of it's dimmed passageways
I still managed to find
Luminosity from your
Incandescent eyes -
However even your lungs
Had been smeared with ebony,
And most certainly not forgetting
Each shadow filled vein;
But if black is our radiance.
Then black is my favorite color."
~p.f.m.
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*
