Poetry of Thoughts
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Last published Tue, Jun 9, 2015
My mind is a dark, restless paradise. My thoughts are yours, even if you are unaware. Questions rustling in the back of your mind; knowing tugging at your soul with a looming realization. Read these lines and embrace in the dark desperation that we all secretly share.
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