When the moon claims its place
Behind the clouds
And the silence floods the lonely town,
The voices in my head get too loud
Admist the busy streets of New York City,
In a room full of crowd,
Sometimes, it gets too lonely now
Buried inside me
Is a hidden ocean of dried tears
It's leaking in the drought, but I'm so tired-
I can't fight now
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Nascent [Poetry]
PoesíaTo the past~ Thank you, For breaking me, Now the leaking ink Will write poetries Of you and me ♡~ "Without your past, you could never have arrived- so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance here. " - Taylor Alison...
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