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A fallen star, fell without a sound.The brightest star, buried in the ground.The most brilliant light, dimmed so fast.Colours drained, a faded photogr..
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"Hello mum” I say,
“Happy Birthday!"
I tell her about my day.
Heavy, my heart aches.
As I place her favourite flower at her grave...
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Sometimes the reality of it just erupts.But not in a sudden kind of way,it just seeps it's way in, slowly eroding.Polluting all the colour, a thick gr..
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Where the trees are silver whiteAnd darkness steals from light
There is a place,Without name, without face
A door to the other worldA place only..
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a little poem
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a poem about a dream i had
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