The corner of the road,
haunted by our secrets,
and all those memories,
so bruised and beaten.
The neighbors must know,
that the streets are much quieter
like what they used to be,
exactly a year prior.
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NORMAL THINGS | Poetry
PoesíaMy thoughts are too crazy to be said. And too loud to be unheard. ~ A Collection of Revised Poetry ~
