Only dragons survive in this heat, As they breathe fire, Protecting everything belonging to them, Fiercely guarding their hearts, As they fly close to the sun.
Just between us, I am tired, But I want to keep going, I am exhausted, But I want to do so much more, I am lost, But I feel I have found myself a bit, I am here, But I don't want to be, I am okay, But
Maybe this is the quietest and loneliest Corner of the world, Where a poem pops up, Every night, Regardless of how good or bad it is, With or without any inspiration, For someone on somedays, Or for n
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