Human
(poems go here) Dark, deep
Marbles in a pallet of white
Pale, like a moonbeam
Tired. Haunted. Human.
Five fingered truths
Paired with misery,
Joy sustains
Fleetingly, lost again
Getting down, and falling up
Swinging back and forth
Rushing passed the times of old
Pressed in agitation forward
To be steadfast is only a learned necessity.
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