Should’ve known

January 22, 2018

Tonight the starts shine

making everything bright.

Looking around

it is impossible not to notice

the brightly torture in the walls

the danger in their tones

falling backwards to the unknown.

Looking around

it’s predictable to see

the way everything is.

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