Powerful poeming with such vivid imagery! A MUST read!
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I will see you in the morning.
When the Stars have died and I have stopped the need to sigh.
After dreams of thirsty glasses have shattered like crystal corpses and plague my dreams no more.
I hope upon a shaking hand for a writing hand.
As clear a mind as a summer night.
I am afraid.