The strangest feeling of co-dependence
And the weirdest sensation of wildlife in my Tommy
No comparable beauty with any image or appearance
But no worries;
i have fallen for such injustice,
But my heart could never get used to such folly.
Such, are the thoughts and self folly of the already fallen ;-)
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The Soul Ink
PoetryMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
