She was a flower,
Soft and pink.
When I saw her,
I lost my blink.
I was a bug,
Flying for my sky.
I saw her blooming,
I wanted to try.
I really wanted to try!
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesíaIf 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.
