thoughts are fluid
they run, they spill, they stain minds with revolution
thoughts are violent
wars are started with thoughts that grow to actions
thoughts are beautiful
the flowers between the cracks of concrete uniformity
at least,
so i think.
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White Out (Poetry Collection)
Poetryyou weren't supposed to see this. •••••••••• a diary of imagination; a life where the lines are blurred. a memoir of things that never happened, and a few that did.
