Submitted 37 minutes ago
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Dan Dodds
Your review means more to me, than sitting in weariness
White walls with a light on, like the surface of the moon
A burn from the light bulb, a pain that will subside
The murmur of silence, like watching waves on mute
A gun to your head, submit slash approve
Finding the star between good and not-so-good
Finding the solace between tonight and tomorrow
White walls with a light on, like the surface of the moon
A burn from the light bulb, a pain that will subside
The murmur of silence, like watching waves on mute
A gun to your head, submit slash approve
Finding the star between good and not-so-good
Finding the solace between tonight and tomorrow
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Poetry.com 3.3 out of 5 based on 4 votes.
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well done
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the poet tells of who the bard is
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deep
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:(
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