So, I ran.
I ran through oceans and parted waves.
I ran through galaxies and the Milky Way.
I ran through the past and down memory lane.
Nothing makes me feel the way you do
because your touch stings
and your smile hypnotises me.
Even in my coma, I ran.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
