I fled
forgave and forgot people
For this hurricane in me
could either
ruin all of them
or
save all of me
and
I chose Me.
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PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
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I fled
forgave and forgot people
For this hurricane in me
could either
ruin all of them
or
save all of me
and
I chose Me.