I am made of stars and old wooden clocks
Every second without change marked by my ticks and tocks
I am made of a graffitied stop sign, on that quiet street
Tried my best to warn you, but why would you listen to me?
I am made of bottle caps and quarters and rocks
Laying on the street, unnoticed during afternoon walks
I am made of cardboard and city streets
Can barely see the stars, but I still feel complete
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
