The sudden downpour,
the wind that you don’t see coming but blows away against your skin anyway,
the sunlight that you think will be harsh but feels warm instead,
the city doesn’t sleep at all,
minds won’t go numb unless it's about how you’re feeling down deep,
little squares on tall concretes, each square tells a story different,
but then,
everything feels pointless.
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Poetry" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
