21st

Hope you have a good day, just turned 21

If I may, I love the sun
decided it would not rise, guess I jumped the gun
sitting in the dark I’ll spark, glowing with this heart bliss
in my head is hard mist, poetic catharsis

Feed it to the flames

to be fair everything burns, no need to know my name
they bury pink urns, bleeding slow for fame
let them take their turns, we feed the crows the same

read into the games

Go to the king of cold air, let your mind take hold there
Sing of things time may bring, let the floor find your share
The inverse of annoyance, gives entry in her clairvoyance,
the best will be, then entropy,
then, we redeploy it

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