Poetry#Black sky
clumps of clouds clustered
roar mutually shouted
be friends with rain
that slowly
wet the earth
I closed the lamp
while crossing the lonely
waiting for the moon above the grave
waiting for the death to be picked up soon
What I brought was just pain
which I say is just poignant
which I noted only sick
my heart is full of wounds
The eternal wound you gave me****
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