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Living on the world of the outside
A hand reaches for the Sky
Its fingers spread
Its nails curled to touch Heaven
Reaching out from the inside
I push my arms further
Through the ground
Reaching for Heaven
Lost in the roots of my Grave
I reach for Heaven
Through a darkness
Of the world
My hand reaches for God
Now that I live in a Grave
About the Creator
Alisha Wilkins โ๏ธ๐ฆ๐๏ธ
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.
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an amazing piece of writing, love your entry๐