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My Dark
Between the stars
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
The image of my soul
Yang: consumed
Why cover my nose when I hunt for penguins? It's the only part of me that's true!
The cheapest ink, I soil the coastline, and find no trouble when I close my eyes to sleep
Before the T.V shines it's light, the candid canvas casts its character
No words yet has God spoken. His silence bares my name
THIS is what I am
Do not poison me with positivity
Do not encourage me with your warming glow
As I am is how I shall remain
Until all I see, is me
Published 15th Jan 2020
Author's Note
The light inside has died so I confide in writing blind
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