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my unfinished painting,
my past flashing in my dreams,
my words forgotten,
everything seemed more impossible
if it were a thing.
everyone dropped their dreams
off their pockets,
while i vanished into my locket.
the last time i walked inside,
the world was different,
and what i was brought into
wasn't like this.
the last time i ran,
the world was different,
and what i felt
wasn't this fast.
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YOU ARE READING
the places i've been to inside
Poetryt h e p l a c e s i ' v e b e e n t o i n s i d e ╰ a compilation of poems ╰ ongoing i am still on my journey. i do not know where this heads to, but it's all inside.
