I sit here, as I feel the cool, chill wind glide across my soft skin, threw the windows.
Tomorrow I shall leave.... I shall move... Once again...To another, hot, place...But not for too long... for a short period of time.... Than... I shall go somewhere for a long period of time... a cool...nice... place... I shall...might like......
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Our Mighty Unspoken Words
PoetryThere's all these different mighty words, all across the world, and so many are left unspoken, and left in our brains, for us to dwell on, and think on. ·230 in Poetry 6\24\17 ·195 in Poetry 6/26/17 i made this when i was 14 and i wrote up until 201...
