To whom it may concern:
They're lost in distance, but close enough to hurt each other.
They shoot words back and forth.
It rains lies and truhts among the lost ones.
Forgiveness won't grow until the bad blood has drained.
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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...
