Sat, 11/11/2017 - 18:17 -- Duvalxx

I thought the sunset was beautiful,
Until I thought about you..
Then I remembered the darkness that comes with a setting sun.
It makes sense to me now though,
The only way such a radiant beauty would be allowed to exist in this world
Was by pairing it with a jet black aftermath...

This poem is about: 
Our world


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