we're part of the era
of nostalgia
drowned by our thoughts
it seems like infinite dots
and we aren't lots
but some of us
we are still lost
inside our minds
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drowning planets // poetry
PoésieLet's go to the sky, To the paint splattered stars, I believe we can fly, Just open your arms. It's just us now, You and me; But I think we're crashing Into the sea. We were pulled in By the earth's magnet. Now you and I Are drowning planets. *This...
