I'm not very good at sleeping, so I write poems instead.
Untitled Tears The topaz rain mangled her Dark, writhing hair Into knots, so unbreakable They resembled, teenagers experiencing Their first tastes of love. Tormented coloured clouds argued, Fought and cried abover her, As she stood naked and alone, Surrounded by stone tablets, Bearing names of hearts she buried. And now, alone, she yearns to be buried Amongst them.
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