a certain slant of light

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dancing stars from silken skies
whirling and twirling in moonlight
fading away when daylight come

the beauty of the night
cuts me like a razor each time
and dawn is the beginning of pure pain

chasing the sweetness away
whispering truths about life
i just don’t want to hear
the feeling of the razor
cutting deeper into my eyes
as the night time fades away

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a/n: i was born to quit.