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Jollyoddbod Poetry
Joined July 2022
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Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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Existence Is Futile
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There were moments she could no longer feel the pain of the unfamiliar – from the outside it looked like suffering, but by broken blessing she managed to find salvations calm within traumas chaos.
By Jollyoddbod Poetryabout a year ago in Futurism