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Space
Strange mists arose
While I struggle just to hold a pose
Staring at the past in the rubble
Of the stolen tombs
Golden poems that in the dust
Had lost their luster
Leaving lamentations as
All the lonely past could muster
I'm only I
Though floating by with swollen pride
Painting all my sights
While closing eyes holding high
Each grievous breath
Until all that's left is only night
The dark star swoons
It's only right
Space folding twice to
Trace the comfort of the coldest heights
While I'm wishing that the
Misty void would hold me nice
While I struggle just to hold a pose
Staring at the past in the rubble
Of the stolen tombs
Golden poems that in the dust
Had lost their luster
Leaving lamentations as
All the lonely past could muster
I'm only I
Though floating by with swollen pride
Painting all my sights
While closing eyes holding high
Each grievous breath
Until all that's left is only night
The dark star swoons
It's only right
Space folding twice to
Trace the comfort of the coldest heights
While I'm wishing that the
Misty void would hold me nice
Published 19th Nov 2018
| Edited 20th Nov 2018
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