we were so close, yet so farI stared right into your beautiful eyes, I stand right in front of you, yet you couldn't see meperhaps I was living in your blindspot
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭
we were so close, yet so farI stared right into your beautiful eyes, I stand right in front of you, yet you couldn't see meperhaps I was living in your blindspot
