When the orb of night sets forth its ghost,
and blue turns to black as pillar to post,
I'll hear the box shriek open.
But through the tears of any dusk
a turn to the other side of a horizon's cusp
will always reveal a beautiful sunset.
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A Collection of my Poetry
PoezieTLDR I was a very outspoken, creative, extraverted child with many passions and hobbies. As a young adult, now navigating my 20's with anxiety and depression, I know that I am excruciatingly different than my childhoodself for many reasons that wher...
