no one would notice if one light went out in a sky of a million stars.
one word in a book of millions.
it's a dangerous way to think isn't it?
our existence is so feeble, on knifes edge at any moment.
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noceur
PoetryIf you were about to leave this planet, what would you say, and who would you say it to? In this book of my poems, that I wrote almost exclusively in the young hours of days when insomnia ruled my life. This is how I speak my truth. If I were about...
