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End of day
Death of light
Then I see Blue Kyanite
Sitting there beside my bed
Feelings buried, that I keep hidden
Move through my core, up to my head
Bringing memories unbidden
Of the things we did, and of the things we said
A smile winds across my lips
Then suddenly the feeling flips
My smile drops, my heart descends
Bringing pain which never ends
I push that feeling down
To that empty space way deep
Where the things that hurt, forever keep
And there those things will stay
Always locked away
Waiting for the end of light
Until next I see blue kyanite
About the Creator
Everyday Junglist
About me. You know how everyone says to be a successful writer you should focus in one or two areas. I continue to prove them correct.



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