I'll drink the night sky,
In selfish gulps,
And cry tears of smoke and fire,
As the stars burn my body alive.
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Short and Bittersweets
RandomShort poems. No more than 8 lines long. Fragments of thought really. Pretty words for the sake of pretty words.
Burn Up
I'll drink the night sky,
In selfish gulps,
And cry tears of smoke and fire,
As the stars burn my body alive.
