Sonic Dreams, Currently, Take Me Away.
Day, From Where I'm @ Inside, Seems Pleasant & Beautiful. A Typical Spring Morning.
Writing, Keeps Me Positively Vibing. I'm Not So Deranged Over The Storm That's Guaranteed 2 B Coming.
Living. I'm Living. I'm Still Living.
Reverting 2 A Ol' Thinking; Suicide, Is A Nowadays No-No.
Swallow Down More Spirit; Black Coffee, & Happily Realize Some Sort Of A Good Way.
A Touch Pass Panic.
A Touch Pass Panic.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 1st, 2023 10:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Have I Hit Home, My Friendz?
- Category: Surrealist
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