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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ain’t no sunshine when the sun goes down And lately I’ve been withering in the light of day So the dark creatures come out at night and stare at my thighs with those greedy eyes They confuse my birthmarks with price tags They label me weak because of the curve of my waist But no one really sees how the soft are the strong How the faithful become the bitter How the most leaves fall in autumn How greed spreads like some unconscious virus How fire becomes ash and ember and suit People only ever pay attention to the flames Which are brighter when the sun goes down When my ideals of infinity drip from the black holes of my pupils When, again, I start believing in fairytales And those humble tears of freedom But every night I see those hungry eyes come closer The forgotten, the empty castle, the typewriter In the little red room on the little red desk with the little red chair I sit there Hollow I write of worlds that appear worse than ours I write of sorrow I write of the bittering hatred The bitterer liquor How the rain and the ruin is always prettier when the sky is falling And night is calling And there ain’t no sunshine when the sun goes does So I freeze in some sap of self destruction When those dark creatures with their greedy hands come to try and take my sanity When my ideals of infinity drip from the black holes of my pupils And I finally see, Why you can only ever wish upon a star In the absence of light
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