big memories tucked into tiny spaces
who am i, if not lost?
Not lost.
i find myself in simplicity, white noise
consciously unconscious, blissfully unaware
blind only to the things i choose not to see
misery loves company and so i sit with her, because i would do anything to see her smile.
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Wasp
PoesíaA collection of poetic ramblings tucked neatly into one small corner of the internet.
