The dusk of mishap and clouds of blue are caverning me.
Eyeing the movements of the constellation and staring tearfully at the chimney.
Tears cascade like a deep blue ocean; my emotion is flowing whimsically.
I'm buried six feet underground; I can't believe I'm alive, questionably.
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the prayer was seeing that person again, that makes sense, what a poem, full of imagery
this makes me emotional, i connected to this poem