at a quarter to dawn,
she took her last breath
and she loved how
in this dark, gloomy world,
the last thing she saw
was beautiful.
-cliff jumper
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quarter to dawn {poetry}
Poetrya collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
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at a quarter to dawn,
she took her last breath
and she loved how
in this dark, gloomy world,
the last thing she saw
was beautiful.
-cliff jumper
