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The tea I make at night
Drops on the pages I write,
The momentum lost.
My tired mind
Somewhere inside,
A sensation of loss,
Of someone who's gone.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
