It happened so fast,
It was invisible.
Visible is fast,
Faster when it's invisible.
The moment was understandable,
And far from reach.
I saw it.
The moment was a bullet,
And I lost it in the past.
I miss it, maybe.
It was a baby.
When I saw it,
I was like a baby.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesiaIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
