Poetry: Untitled 1

Jogging against the sunset appears to thrill,

Until you reach the ocean and cant swim

Fast enough. To escape the hollow black hue

Endure the tormenting shivers of sombre Siberian nights

and wallow giddily with the creatures of light.

 

 

 

 

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