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Pitch White
( / Columbus, Ohio)

Pitch White

Poem By Wes Thompson

heaven must be tangled
just above the sky
we can reach with empty hands
where heartstrings come untied
it seems that we were laid to ruin
like a child tucked in to bed
with a kiss and gentle sigh
we weren't better off than dead

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