Unhappy Things

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All about unhappy things 

All about lovely things 

While the silver winds sigh

It’s echo like the whisper

In the shell – mysterious

Stars tangle my hair

As I wander dreamy skies

On the sweetest air and

Weep with half – closing eyes

Tears of perfect death

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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