Stardust
The wind was gently blowing in his hair The city’s noise was filtered by the air A hundred...
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Posted by MrWorldling | Nov 8, 2016 | Poetry |
The wind was gently blowing in his hair The city’s noise was filtered by the air A hundred...
Read MorePosted by MrWorldling | Nov 7, 2016 | Poetry |
Hurry up, the train is coming And the train does not just wait Get there early, just in case You...
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You rate me and I rate you We rate them, they rate us too We swipe right and we swipe left We...
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A young boy aged too soon Smoking by a distant half-dipped moon In a crystal mirror lake...
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The world is carved onto one’s face One’s eyes are stars, one’s soul is space...
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