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Poetry

It's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}

Solitude

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by azure_

by azure_

For so long

I have worried

For your final notion

Of the direction

And priority of your

Turbulent emotion.

So long I have been alone

In the sweetest

And deepest of ageless nights

Where when

I hear you in the soft

Pastel mornings

I am woken

From deep slumbers

Of cold nights on my own.

When I wake up

And see you

There's a chorus of

Music

And when I wake up

And see you,

It's like my soul is singing.