I shipwrecked in a star
corrupted by this nova
running from the light.
I wish I could stay
I tried
But just like my orbit
I am doomed to constantly
repeat this cycle.
I'll try to consume you though.
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Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
