Sad Labels:
dark poems
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dark poetry
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sad poems
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sad poetry
sudden storms steal our quiet.
slender paths wear our grief.
the world stumbles over our graves.
time crawls out of its foul skin.
leaving us to choke on its putrid skeleton.
our names are gone.
our faces discarded.
only the sharpest corners persist.
all the little words that keep still their distance.
even after everything else is lost.
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