Stain

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  • Happiness

    Stain

    If all the stones were turned to gold,
    We’d pray for landslides.
    Making more room for a sky and sun.
    I’m starring…
    I’m thinking,
    How weird it is that a shadow leaves a stain
    If I stood in your light long enough
    Would I be with you forever?

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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