the stars are surrounded by hollow darkness-a graveyard of the dead,
roses have thorns-they prick before they are picked,
diamonds are cut and scraped-to be worn around,sculpted to be idle on a locket,
pearls are cherished and adorned-but their mother,the oyster is eaten in thrown,
how tragically beautiful the universe is!
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i know that this one did not rhyme or go in flow,but i just found no other way to write it it so...
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Inking vacuum
Poetry******* Is it dark or am I blind? Is it hollow or am I outside? Is the world deaf or am I the deaf one unable to hear the world responding back? ****** Previously known as "kaleidoscopic ink" ******* this book is a collection of poems(short and long...
