Tali'Zorah
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Category : Poems
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Living confined
Is no heaven, sadly,
But the wind's touch
Is far from sanctuary.
Mostly, it feels like death.
The world spins,
Shining, shimmering,
Poisonous to an end,
Fogged behind shields.
Will tomorrow be yesterday
Ever again?
And on that day,
I'll use the same spoon
Of a soul forever
Trapped in their tomb.
That's scarier than a closed sign.
