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My head hurts and my stomach aches
The will it takes to cease the day,
Will cease
It all withers away.

-Melanie Munoz
I haven't posted in a while, been keeping my poems to myself lately.
Melanie Munoz Apr 17
You had rivers for eyes,
You were cold like the tide.
You were bright like the day yet you seep into night.
This night,
This cold, dark night.
And tonight you lay under stale heavy smoke.
You spill from my dreams where our love was revoked.

— The End —