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abyss

The light was burnin' low; the sky poured me rains, he's on the other side of the pole. I tucked myself in and sang a lullaby for a nearly dead star.

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lichelle-antonio

26 / F

For You?

Written by

lichelle-antonio

26 / F

Published: Jan 20, 2022
LinesWords: 831

Notes: It whispered how it misses home,
and I couldn't agree more.

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