her entire world
crumbled
when she woke up
from her dreams
of ignorant bliss
and realized
that everything
that has an end
most all too quickly
end
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midnight melancholia
Poetryi want to have a reason to paint his sky without my melancholic sighs just a collection of my poems
death
her entire world
crumbled
when she woke up
from her dreams
of ignorant bliss
and realized
that everything
that has an end
most all too quickly
end
