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Aug 2017
Even the sun
Dripping with fire
Slowly dips
Until there is no more
Light
The moon is but a reflection
and with retraction of waves
The skies pulls inward
Dotted with past
corpses
But one did outshine them all
And it does everyday
But as he missed the moon
He touched the stars
And it hurt
To be reminded
of their state of being
Trapped in a shell
In a single sky
Only watched by one
Blind fool
The addict came back for more, and he got it again, and again, and again.
Mike Virgl
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Mike Virgl  18/M
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