I traverse
These streets
With these bright sentries
Guiding me
Oh what a pity!
You're stuck here
While I explore
Ah
But atleast you don't wish for more
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A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesíaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
16 MOONS
I traverse
These streets
With these bright sentries
Guiding me
Oh what a pity!
You're stuck here
While I explore
Ah
But atleast you don't wish for more
