Dark...all is bright. Have I succumbed to death's desire in the middle of the night? To pierce the veil of despair-do I still care! Mystics, yogis-tramp steamers-dreamers bright. Hours lost...in good company. Still...I'd like to think it was all for something!
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
Inspired from bitter experience, I'd like to think it'll help give someone a fresh perspective...
