Sometimes i find great comfort in the
dark,
And whenever I sigh I don't have a empty
heart,
I'd like to say I have no tears left to cry,
But it's better described that the
mal-nutorished body has no more
strength in her to open the tap,
And so she sits there weak to the bone.
Heavy and alone
...
But she's okay now.
And that's all she'll ever know.
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s t a r s ⭐ -a poetry book
Poesia°. * ' • * .°. * ' • * . s ' ° t * a '. r ° s °. * ' • * .°. * ' • * . everything we know was created from the stars, every fibre of your being is stardust. Your freckles of cosmic rays shine through you. °. * ' • * . °. * ' • * . a poetry...
