Every other day

wage slavery (poem)

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Your eyes are like stars.
The ones that burn bright.
The ones that tear through all that space,
To give the moon company in the night.
And in spite of their light
encompassing galaxies,
They flicker.
I wonder why.

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The moon cracks open the broken sky, The torn up clouds in the darkest nights, Only a walk, alone, into the night, Can paint the thoughts in my head, bright. . The echoing footsteps on the shadowy reign, The dripping water, the mountain stream, Only the thickest fog of the coldest night, Can clear the […]

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