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Joreein Aug 2019
To the stars in the sky,
From the heart , through the cries,
Put a farce, front the smiles,
Step towards thousand miles.

To the moon up the sky,
Lit the lamps, reach up high,
Cruise the frowns, without light,
And thus, shadows in the night.

Now, to the sun of the sky,
Don’t preach, don’t tick, don’t lie,
In the dark that comes, in bind,
Need for tire, be with kind.
Midnight reasonings and awful seasonings. The thoughts that lingers in my subconscious through floating images that braces my conscious.

— The End —