Him 5
You'd soon goand fade away slowly
as slow as the sun sets
and the night finds me unsettled from the burned skin
But I hunt the sun and the clearness it gives me
the hope and the purpose
And you chose to come back everyday too
because without my worship, and the things you stir
You'd also be meaningless.
Poetry by zana
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Written on 2016-07-19 at 20:04
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