Words Never Spoken
wakinginthepast
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 20m
wakinginthepast
Ongoing, First published Jan 26, 2022
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When I wake
The sun forgets to descend
Or is it just me who forgets to notice,
Maybe I awoke the insane.

Called me barely sane
I wish I could actually know 
'What is this insane?'
After all when I wake 
The sun forgets fo descend 
The things we don't notice
Maybe I woke in another realm 
Where there isn't a wish to care.
___________________________
Welcome...
To my  home
With poems at your disposal 
Stories at your welcome.





Yours R.Writter
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