Depressing Poetry
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Borders,a fortress of ruintells the timefor you, while youlet the white of winterguide your footsteps. Pieces of icereflect your history’searthen depravity. For you area single inch awayfrom filling a grave. You breathe,while you don’t knowwhy your lipsare open. You speak,pillaging meaningfrom the scarsadorning your heart. For fatalism,you struggle onwith a mindsetthat desertsyour future’s lightfor the…
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A time of needstrikes me as your plea,your call to anguish,your fatal rushinto disaster. But you don’t knowwhat’s crumbled,surrounding youon the insidewith fallen flakes. Snow’s where you walk,treading over miles,swimming over sceneryto betray your past. What’s the meaningof your safetyon your brief journeys? Your back is turnedto the sunrise,facing where a handgives your curtain. You…
