Isn't it weird oftentimes I think about you,
- I'd picture you sitting on an arm chair with a vintage book on your hand, seemingly content...
Not to forget those blurry neon lights in the background.
And every so often would I associate you sitting on a cloud - floating on a vibrant coloured sky with a sheepish grin on your face.
Sometimes I'd laugh at these random thoughts,
And that would always made my day.
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
PoetryIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
