I followed your steps
because in the two large feet imprinted on the ground, I could fit mine;
because in the direction it led me toward, I could feel fine;
because in the whole experience of the journey to a city of infinite nothingness, I've managed to lose my mind.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poesie"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...
