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Concept The wind is chilling, straight to the core.
It seeps through the windows, the chimney and doors.
i find small things to occupy my time.
How did i let you make me so blind?
The suns coming up
Another long day
Shit fills my cup
Just a different way
The suns still coming up.
Though im alone, i've lit two cigarettes.
My lungs rejoice at the smoke they emite.
The trash trucks bring hope that all goes to waste.
That's not a hope that i want to taste.
The suns coming up
Another lonely day
Shit fills my cup
With it's playfull ways
The suns still coming up.
Again.
like ur style nice poem and since u didnt hava comment on this one i figured id make mine on this one..nice style and writing keep it up