The radio sputters static,
A crinkled cacophony
The crow outside my window
Is watching over me
My blanket catches all my tears
My shadow holds me close
A darkness holds the earth in its hands
As joy is comatose
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
