Held captive
was a memory
feign,
foreign,
estranged.
Set out on the street
was a void
lost,
empty,
yet free.
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Soliloquy
Poezjaonly words bleed and I need all of it to feel alive. HR: #150 in Poetry
held.
Held captive
was a memory
feign,
foreign,
estranged.
Set out on the street
was a void
lost,
empty,
yet free.
