calmer nights
slower days
the suburbs.
escape from
the city
past the streets and stoplights
if i'd go back
i'd find it a pity
soft music
flowing on air
like water.
a backyard
so simple
birds and squirrels
in the morning
stars at night, bright twinkles
the suburbs
the scattered cities
half of all.
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PoetryA collection of mentally ill poems about the world, written by a mentally ill person. Perfect if you're into abstract or freeform poetry. New updates come at random times, but expect slightly consistent updates at least once a week or so! Top 10 in...
