Days go by,
forever lost and forever kept.
The meaning odd and reposed,
seeking it somewhere else.
Perhaps deep into the forest,
a terrible, magic night.
One you can go exploring,
weaving through pine and persuasion.
You'll find that
the common thought of happiness
is really not that common.
And that everyone
is terribly eradicated.
But that makes it all the more bearable.
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Silverfish
PoetryA compilation of written thoughts, poems, and short stories composed by myself
