My mind is still
My mind is fast
My mind will chase until
What's left of the last
My mind is cold
My mind is open
My mind isnt told
By who have spoken
My mind will keep the thoughts in store
Without resolutions
Instead inviting more
My mind is traffic
It will hit the red light
And won't ever stop for
To my mind the figures are holographic
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Lost Poems
PoetryLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
