The roads with spines
Were meant to be smooth
The roads with terrible noise
Were meant to be silent.
The sleepless nights
With shining gaslights
Were meant to be
For lifetime
The fear for we are born
And nothing to lose
Were meant to be
For a loss.
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INFINITE
PoetryWe fall in love like infinity and the people we fall for they might stay, but the state takes them for granted and they leave, while we name it as Fate. no matter how much we try we all belong to it, and i am one of them. "As an Infinite, so lets b...
