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Sep 2018
Days drag on
When that fireball
Melts and Molds your pain.
Light can't be chosen,
It's forced upon one
Free of their will.
Instead of just suffering,
People suffer in heat.
They toil and strain,
Feeling the pains
Of eternity's beat.
Hopes are few
When one hero
Outshines them all.

Nights don't drag,
They pass too soon.
It's only when that
Corrupted furnance
Is laid to rest
That we can heal our wounds.
The night brings with it
Many heroes of different
Lights and groupings.
Soft darkness
Caressing thy internal bliss,
Moons and stars
Reminding me that
All but nothing is amiss.
But the best part of all
Are the tiny heroes that fall,
For their descent lets us
Wish upon them
A better tomorrow.
Written by
Marla  96/Trans/Bklyn
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