12am
and her mind wanders
she tends to think about
something that happened
5 years ago,
or something that happened
2 hours ago,
or something that could
happen 10 years from now.
her mind is like a hurricane,
it's a wreck.
It's full of beautiful, yet
awful thoughts.
it's 1am and her mind
continues to wander.
-A.E
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poems 'n shit
Puisipoems and short stories this is my way to vent without actually venting so take these shitposts
