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Yago May 2020
And there... dancing in infinity... light and dark.
The void and the stars, the dancers and the clock.
Yago Jul 2019
Do you hide it inside, tied and bleak
turning yellow to blue?
Does it roll down your eye and cheek
burning mellow in you?

Maybe you scream it when out of control
bidding farewell to your sanity.
Or piece it as part of your soul
bearing all hell to eternity.
First poem, any advice is appreciated

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