I could arrange letters
Every single thought i have
In my war torn mind
Into poetry
And still you'd have no idea
That it's all meant for you
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Ballads of a Cloud Walker
Puisinefilibata (n) lit. "cloud-walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams highest ranking: 692 in Poetry
oblivion
I could arrange letters
Every single thought i have
In my war torn mind
Into poetry
And still you'd have no idea
That it's all meant for you
