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though my mind desperately told me not to
my feet already walking the opposite way
my shoulders hunching against the cold air
speeding up the pace to nowhere
my heart yet still left behind
and my wandering eyes
still knew their way to you .
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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
