She swallows stars
Creating darkness
Where daydreams
Used to be
Painting pictures
On concrete walls
Swirling creations
A stark diary of her
Black hole nights
Void of vibrancy
Am I still beautiful?
She whispers
To the ants marching
Along the crevices
Among the cracks
Carrying her life
One speck at a time
Until she is re-purposed
And she becomes the sand
The world walks upon
~Hastywords
HASTYWORDS 
I love this!
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Amazing poetry but it made my head hurt.
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The beat in this poem is amazing, like marching. Excellent, although the theme is dark – I like it. I can relate.
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That is really good!
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May your concrete walls never crack. Beautiful.
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Always beautiful. Always remembered.
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See now… This is a what I am talking about…
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