Pitter patter
against the wall
Washed into the gutter
Running to a distant destination
Swirling in a frenzy
Flowing through channels
going where I'm led
Until reaching open waters
It's my time to spread out
and find a place or keep on going in the race
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Hollow Thoughts
PoesíaPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
