Edward Stardust Poems

How ignorant the soul of a man,
To label itself unique yet go to sleep on a empty stomach,
to me it seems as though poverty strengthens a heartache whilst the infinite moonlight glows over a home with no electricity.
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I dont exist, a gothic child prints through her dairy using a black pen,
wearing black clothes, holding back thoughts then writes it again.
She'd rather talk alone as she sits all alone in every class.

'Its the music she listens to' Dad says,
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