"When the stars fall,
Under the horizon of blankets,
My head gets heavy
As the silky moonlight touches my cheek
Do I need to stay awake?
My journey to the heavens will begin soon
With my soul flying through the sky
An angel guards the gate to heaven
She is not real
Because she is is all that is good,
Everything that is good, was good, and will be good
The moment I believe her,
I return to the torture of day"
-Eli Nania
eli's a good poemwriter
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