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Thinking, falling, out loud The leaves here are falling It’s time to move on With an awareness of what I gave me That which drew in the decay for so long Rust on the window frame The whisper screaming ‘I don’t belong’ Had no choice but to flip cards, that I was never worthy of, Leaves, barely touch, ice-cold pavements without grieving, into s...
Thinking, falling aloud
Nov 28, 2024
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