Jera Dark Poems

Numbers
A thing of technological beauty
A thing of knowledge
Brought down from heaven
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Glass by all means is the soul
The thing that is easily tainted, and stained
Yet impossible to clean
Glass is by all means
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Sometimes in
A city like this, destruction
Takes over.
We call them
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I am loved, and hated
Forgive me for my sins
I know what I am
Death calls to me and asked
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