Apr 2014
The stars.
I hate them.
All.
They all quake
above
me.
As though my
breath can stretch
light years above me
and destroy them.
I hate them
all.
Because they
are all as
temporarily
permanent
as me.
I hate them.
All.
They all quake
above
me.
As though my
breath can stretch
light years above me
and destroy them.
I hate them
all.
Because they
are all as
temporarily
permanent
as me.
Stars still shine during the day.
We just can't see them.
We just can't see them.
Written by
Marie-Niege
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