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one moment the world is deafening
too much to understand
too much to sink in
like explosion of colours
the next moment it is silence
just black and white
and the clock ticks
and the heart beats
and the music stops.
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
