broken arts club children in the basement. on the streets/ a broken heart and some sadness - that's really all you need.
with a mind full of stars and colors and dreams/ it's really hard to find another club that allows you to be free.
draw some faces of sad children, write some poems. two or three/ oh yes, this is a place cry, here. simply express whatever you feel.
and till death we do art.
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euphoria
Poetry‚I glance up into the clouded sky. a sea of grey and of nothing at all. and I just want to fucking drown myself in it.' welcome to my 3 am poetry collection. 2020.
