Supernova
The Ren,
11 mon.
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Poetry
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Other Worldly
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0 min read.
One of those sunless nights
My feet planted firmly in the sky
I will call your name
Meandering through the stars
See if gravity pulls us apart
You might forget my soul
An event without horizon
Drink the poison of my hope
I will swallow my reason
He who wanted to elope
In a supernova