Of this sky no more,
Lifeless burnt-out sphere,
Are minds are taking every turn here.
Please bring none my mouth sore.
The eyes whiten,
And are possessed with fear.
I cannot sleep,
My end is near.
The idiot sun,
That the earth once neared.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
