Your stage, backstage, curtains
Feeding my existence, my pain
In my show, in this world
We long, to belong
Racing the parallels of right and wrong
That charm of a known unknown
City lights, love stories, payphones
I learn who I am when I move
My poison, your enigma
A fellow passenger, in Bohemia
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2024 00:23
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Superb work.
Thanks a lot ☺️
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