Sad Labels:
dark poems
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sad poems
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sad poetry
we were small again. lost in the distance we had travelled. tender with stories still searching for an end.
we were thieves. calculating the limits of our freedom.
time held its breath.
minutes became years.
we choked on life's elegant chaos. brittle monsters with shattered horns.
we were counting out loud. all the turns that we had missed. still trying to navigate with stolen maps.
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