The leaves she plucked,
Had fallen along with the fruits of that tree.
What she desired was the world
And everything that she could see.
Even the meteorites, that flew out of her reach
Fell for her, something they could not perceive.
But none of it was enough to satisfy her needs.
After all, she was gravity.
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wait,
PoetryWait, As the world you stand upon spins into the dark, the only light emitted by igniting a spark. Wait, And look at the chaos, the hate that fills, that fuels, that brims. The screams that hurt even the deaf, felt by all, even the daft. Wait, To...
