Lost in an unfortunate place,
Unfortunately my luck isn't lost it's just miss placed,
Roaming with being on a sphere moving to the same place,
To get out there's only 2 ways,
Up in the sky,
Or the bottom where the dirt lays,
No love is embedded in my brain,
Drain my love an tell me how it taste.
By anthoe
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
