There are days
When you merge with the sun
And my entire world
Starts revolving around you
I can feel you, I can see you
But I can never have you
I can never look at you directly
Without burning my eyes
And I think I deserve this
Because I don't deserve you
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Short StoryAll is quiet at 1:35 a.m., As I try to clear my head. It's as though I've blinked and everything has changed. It's been happening for a long time, I know, But then again, That's how it always is, Isn't it? thoughts of a sleepless poet dipped in hear...
