| Now this one, i dont know what to call it.
so if u would please, after reading it, give me suggestions for a title...
It's grey inside and bleak.
somewhere deep inside is anguish,
which desroys sleep, makes evil dreams,
and leaves exhaustion in its wake.
The soul---
how it longs to flee the body,
streake across the skies,
touch another soul:
love!
If the thin winter sun
shinning pale through my window
makes me languid,
how shall i survive
the passionate heat
of summer? |
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