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[honkiehow]

someday,
even poets
must stop
writing.

those who fall
must fly,
or end up
crashing.

and the
brightest star
will one day
burn itself up
to find
sweet death waiting-

for you
and for me.

Comments

[littleprince]

nice. =j

[honkiehow]

glad you liked it :)
there're more poems, but all locked.

[littleprince]

see see!
-grin-

[honkiehow]

added ya to my list.