Sad Labels:
dark poems
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dark poetry
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sad poems
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sad poetry
something soft that broke hard. as we turned into the wind. our journey curdled by the sun.
touch is a thief.
the end told us in stuttering truths. heavy zippers on the threshold of grief. coming undone.
flesh is a stranger.
something quiet, but still heard. the strangle of time. as it nullified what once was.
the chase wore us. stains and all.
we went deeper still. until the forest choked on our breadcrumbs.
we shrugged.
content to be lost.