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 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Julie
Broken
 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Julie
Grey of days
Nights of told
Spin of wheels
Clouds of cold

Black of days
Rise to know
Awake of cover
Hands bellow

Red of days
Warmth of freeze
Doves to call
Begin the breeze

Green of days
Depth of roots
Flow what tears
Arrow that shoots
 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Colm
Even when I'm nothing
This something
Drives me
Mad
Nada
My little smartphone became my own small personal galaxy

It witnessed big bangs and supernovas of multiple relationships

It was the dawn and also twilight of my poetic creations

Is it a coincidence that its cover is a map of unkown constellations?

📱🌌 📱🌌📱🌌
An ode to my "galaxy"

🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌
make it stop
these awful thoughts
when i think i can
they say you better not
when i feel safe
they ask are you sure
until i find
i'm not anymore
when i trust myself
they wait for me
to fall back into my
many insecurities
they want me to fail
because they feed on my fear
they like when i fall
love the taste of my tears
 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
ghost
strong
 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
ghost
I'm so strong
now that I'm hurt
no one asks whether I'm okay
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