crowds of discreet, long lost upon the same street
pulled up by your place, longing for a familiar face
are you even up at night, anymore;
or had time consumed you in a sore?
crowds of quick feet, pacing back and forth the street
pulled up by ambience, remainders of renaissance
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Poetry(#1 IN POETRY FOR 36 DAYS / TOP 10 FOR 224 DAYS) The #1 book of my self-written free-verse poems. Started writing this album/collection in December 2015 and it was doing generally okay, up until September 2016 where things really blew up. This book...
