Our eyes suddenly started raining.
We vanished into thin air where the toxic fumes were wide awake.
As I close my eyes, my soul was at home.
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the miss one
PoetryThoughts: These words are a traslation of what goes through my mind, but my mouth is not able to say. A bunch of stormy thoughts are turned into intelligible words which tell the stories behind the writer. I am trying to find the missing pieces I...
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Our eyes suddenly started raining.
We vanished into thin air where the toxic fumes were wide awake.
As I close my eyes, my soul was at home.
-save and sound
