My home in ruins,
torn bricks flattened
in the crater crevice,
yet no tears flow.
I meander into the chasm,
find a space-borne shard,
lift it to my lips,
and place it under my tongue.
My home in ruins,
torn bricks flattened
in the crater crevice,
yet no tears flow.
I meander into the chasm,
find a space-borne shard,
lift it to my lips,
and place it under my tongue.
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Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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"The silence of the night awakens my soul"
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