you are the person
i'll never stop looking for
in a crowded place,
in a fiery arson,
or a heated blaze,
in the middle of the sea,
in a ferocious jungle . . .
I think, maybe.
I will always yearn for the boy with a broken smile.
All the italicized words on this chapter is written by me.
The first three lines is by wtm.
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Pretensions and Poetries
Poetryaren't you afraid? smiles are already pasted on your lips lies are stuck upon your tongue masks are swallowing your face aren't you afraid of pretending to yourself? A collection of poetries, pretension and the likes.
