I made a new friend today.
He taught me to play;
you hold the clay
and swallow it
as you may.
Half way
remember
to say
your
last
words.
-death game, HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
