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Powerful poeming with such vivid imagery! A MUST read!
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HarsH ReaLiTy

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.

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