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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2203044
An unedited poem about a rough night
Bound by dark, dense silk.
Awashed in black ink.
Out of the leadened sky.
An ashen dove
fly out of reach
Keep your chin above
For not to sink
Or drown a little slower
To a sky where white doves sing
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