summer afternoon
my biggest problem
was the missing money
in my wallet
with my friends
outside in the sun
the brightness in my eyes
before it all begun
dont
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Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
Trident
summer afternoon
my biggest problem
was the missing money
in my wallet
with my friends
outside in the sun
the brightness in my eyes
before it all begun
dont
