Like the world itself,
I spin,
While it thanks it's lucky stars for the sun once a day.
My own eternal night holds many stars,
But none so blue.
Darkness gazes into empty minds,
Hoping for bliss,
But ignorance has drifted past me,
As I float like a rock, unmoored.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2024 00:49
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Comments1
Great write
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