a long day's journey into night
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Heart in a bird cage, rough hands wrapped around my throat gently soothing down, seducing fear inviting death, sweet and bitter.
The moon still rises The Stars still shine When you're gone
Walking thousands of stepsMeasuring footprints left behind Stumbling blocksAnalyzingWalking through slippery roadsDead endsAscending mountains Descending Facing ephemeral seasons
The night-time is the right-timesince we feel by the moon.So even without the sunI still daydream
Last week in my English class, a debate began, one in which I did not want to be present.