Two students on a rooftop
Facing the peace of this world, they had no energy to continue their rivalry.
For all their disagreements and hatred, at their core they were still brothers of misfortune.
Connected by the guiding shadow of their saviours, they were but two kids who wanted to taste family so badly they left everything behind.
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
