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I inked everything in my power so once it founded,
I believe that they will not stop.
What for they?
Where do they belong?
Who suppose to declare that?
Me.
They whisper me through every word that written in it.
Through black and white, where I stood.
Through lines and cracked curves, where I lived.
Top to bottom, where I explored.
You see me.
Only me.
~ivy~
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Note To Self
PoetryThere are so much of things and stuffs that we could relate our self with but sometimes we didn't bother to note it and when the time comes we'll be drawn out of clue on what's happening around us. So, note to self is one of the best idea if you lea...
