I lust for that spark to
bust out of the dark,
hence I entrust in art to
restart my tense heart
and make it robust.
It makes my mind wonder as I
decide on what emotions to plunder,
perhaps slide them in a bunker,
hide the key for succor,
in case the world cries away its dastardly color.
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12/26/23
1:44 PM
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bittersweet
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