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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

A crisp, moonless night,

wayward tears blot out my sight.

And still I wonder,


wonder at the light,

why the coldness holds me tight.

Sea of stars a blur.

© 2014 Ripped Denim 💜


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Added on January 20, 2014
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Ripped Denim 💜
Ripped Denim 💜

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