As the sun will rise,
My future will be down.
As the moon will rise,
My deepest secrets will rise
Everything will be up,
My helpless body will rise from
Above.
And then my s-soul
Will be free
No weight will be carried,
Only my true self.
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My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
