Why stand in the prison ?
Why stay unfair ?
Who am I to hear the void ?
Heal the void...
When somebody still, in the florence, back to you
Innocently, actually.
Why are bows in tears
Why..? To leave the scays ?
Life,
I want you...
The wize can afloat, can he be on flow ?
Rise me, I think he can flame the glow.
Rise me while exploid,
And your eyes are gonna wake.
I splay and gonna sleeping the day,
While Miss Blame weaked blowing the game.
I want to play on this line,
Run away.
I wouldn't play on your line,
Run away.
I want to game with this play
Run away.
I want this play,
Run away.
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Strange Days - Collection of Poems
Poetry⭕️ Recueil de poèmes en anglais✏️ For a considerable duration, I've dedicated myself to crafting an array of poetry and songs, often intertwining the two. The allure of poetry lies in its melodic potential, a quality absent in what some might label...
