A tightly wound string
heart beats on violin notes
unable to slow
passion is fleeting
dying into tomorrow
yesterday's remains
do I want to die
if there was no heaven/hell
steal my hungry soul
hyperventilate
a bag filled with outer space
inhaling the stars
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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