I wish for light at 4:20
The hidden sun torches my love into embers,
still in darkness, I cry to wash my charred heart.
4:20 stays forever unlit.
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four 20
Poetrysmall words they killed her with. Every night takes all that she has to overcome and survive. His life thrives, she's bleeding but he doesn't see it, not anymore.Ghastly faces unnamed, torment her broken face. Her thoughts lodged in sheets of ivor...
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I wish for light at 4:20
The hidden sun torches my love into embers,
still in darkness, I cry to wash my charred heart.
4:20 stays forever unlit.
