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Published: Mar 5, 2014

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On the edge... On the winds of agony We fall in space Face to face And all turns to a nebula of stars Hearts beating another song Close your eyes and devour The memories of a time long gone Is this what it means to be alone? As darkness becomes a spectacle Breaking apart to a prism of flowers While we fall to earth Embracing each other as one.

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Decided to write a new poem. Only a day or so until I turn 24, so I thought I'd write something. If I'm correct this is poem number 987.

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AnimalCartoons

Mar 13, 2014

I love this! Lol, I was reading it to the tune of one of my fav songs and it totally worked (but I can't remember what the song was, lol)

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