I just wrote a poem.
"The sun shines in clicks and bangs"
Mes soleil non piu lite.
My sun no longer shines.
Stacked pillows and blankets
cover my view of the outside
my view of the frozen.
As much as they lie to themselves
they are broken and no longer reflectable.
That is in the mirror of self righteousness.
Now you may ask
why suns don't shine anymore?
Because they aren't given the chance.
They have to fight to be bright.
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