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it's cold and it might be tiring
and crazy, but by the pool,
things can vanish.
things can vanish and reappear,
but at least they vanished.
i took the whirlpools and bubbles,
by my hand, by my way.
the very chapter that opened there
was a large view from the window
of hope.
and the very chapter that opened by the window
was a large part of the person
i will soon be.
ready?
set?
go.
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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.
