Earth, wind, fire, and air
We have no wars that should be declared
The world is moving forward as we go
Our journey is yet still far from home
The clocks move hands day after day
Waiting until loneliness feels like decay
Our minds feel as if they've been dismantled
What we need is something we can truly handle
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Poems by Me
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
