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Emry Oct 2020
The set of the sun, and end of the day.
The fall into night, and into its fright.
When I hold you, everything is alright.
We’ll hug through the sun, through night and through day.
And, at the end of the day, I’d have it no other way
Poem about a friend's stories with self-harm that I wrote yesterday. Edit: early line break on this, too. "Day" isn't supposed to break.
peter poet Mar 2015
Once there was a man in peru
Who dreamt he ate his shoe
Then woke at night
With such a fright
And found out it was true

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