In this stormy night
I look unto my ceiling and get to see that space view;
A continuous expanse that is free.
I space out;
Ceased to be aware of my surroundings.
Remembering the time you asked for space;
A distance away from me.
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Life? Life.
PoetryThis is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life
