Black Skies

Found this poem

Black Skies, White Lies
by Jade
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I sit in the dark silence hoping for another
to mend what has been broken.
But it's only little me and I sit alone.

The darkness is compelling me into thoughts of
what seems to be a tragedy.
There is a crisp chill in the air,
though, it may feel bitter; it isn't.

I feel nothing, but as to you I'm heartless.
No more and no less.
Must you break and bend me?





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