People couldn't be more right
when they say to trust your instincts,
B'cause that's the voice you should truly be listening to,
when the doors come closing straight at you,
choose the ones who love you more than the ones you love
said they, so that you don't stray,
although your soul is a wanderer and doesn't confine itself to wages,
and death out of fear is poorer than out of blue.

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PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.