i don't sleep
in the dark
i don't let them touch me
when i'm unconscious
but despite my efforts
they spill in through the window
pouring in from the night sky
they settle like dust on my heart
because they know
that i don't have any
cleaning supplies
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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...
