at 7:14 am
when i still have not slept
and my mind is open
to a world of possibilities
all i can think of
is how tired
i really am
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stars • poetry
Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
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at 7:14 am
when i still have not slept
and my mind is open
to a world of possibilities
all i can think of
is how tired
i really am
